Miscellaneous Poems ; Paradise Regain'd ; & Samson AgonistesReprint Services Corporation, 1926 - Počet stran: 283 |
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Strana 8
... bave power to touch our senses so ) And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the Base of Heav'ns deep Organ blow , And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to th ' Angelike symphony . For if such boly Song ...
... bave power to touch our senses so ) And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the Base of Heav'ns deep Organ blow , And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to th ' Angelike symphony . For if such boly Song ...
Strana 22
... tree : The baples Babe before his birth Had burial , yet not laid in earth , And the languisht Mothers Womb Was not long a living Tomb . So bave I seen som tender slip Sav'd with care from Winters nip , The pride of 22 Miscellaneous Poems.
... tree : The baples Babe before his birth Had burial , yet not laid in earth , And the languisht Mothers Womb Was not long a living Tomb . So bave I seen som tender slip Sav'd with care from Winters nip , The pride of 22 Miscellaneous Poems.
Strana 25
... bave prevail'd , Had not bis weekly cours of carriage fail'd ; But lately finding him so long at home , And thinking now bis journeys end was come , And that be bad tane up his latest Inne , In the kind office of a Chamberlin Shew'd him ...
... bave prevail'd , Had not bis weekly cours of carriage fail'd ; But lately finding him so long at home , And thinking now bis journeys end was come , And that be bad tane up his latest Inne , In the kind office of a Chamberlin Shew'd him ...
Strana 32
... bave sung , sage Of Turneys and of Trophies bung ; Of Forests , and inchantments drear , Where more is meant then meets the ear . Thus night oft see me in thy pale career , Till civil - suited Morn appeer , Not trickt and frounc't as ...
... bave sung , sage Of Turneys and of Trophies bung ; Of Forests , and inchantments drear , Where more is meant then meets the ear . Thus night oft see me in thy pale career , Till civil - suited Morn appeer , Not trickt and frounc't as ...
Strana 39
... bave grace to use it so , As ever in my great task Masters eye . S Captain or Colonel , or Knight in Arms , Whose chance on these defenceless dores may sease , If ever deed of bonour did thee please , Guard them , and him within protect ...
... bave grace to use it so , As ever in my great task Masters eye . S Captain or Colonel , or Knight in Arms , Whose chance on these defenceless dores may sease , If ever deed of bonour did thee please , Guard them , and him within protect ...
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Angels antient arms aught band barbinger bast bath bave bead beap bear beard behold bere bigh Blake Blake's bold boly bope brest bright buman bunger call'd canst Chor Clouds COMUS Dagon dark death deeds delight didst divine dost doth e're Earth enemies eyes facing fair fame fantastick Father fear Feast foes giv'n glorious glory gods hath Heav'n honour Israel John Linnell Jove King Lady light Lord Lord bow Lycidas Milton morning mortal never night Nymphs o're PARADISE REGAIN'D peace Philistines praise PSALM raign reply'd round Samson SAMSON AGONISTES Satan Saviour shades shame Shepherd shew sight sing Son of God Song soon soul Spirit Strength sweet thee thence thine things thir thou art thou hast thought Throne truth vertue Virgin voice wandring William Blake wilt winds wings Wood
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Strana 50 - Where the great Vision of the guarded mount Looks toward Namancos and Bayona's hold, — Look homeward, Angel, now, and melt with ruth ; And, O ye dolphins, waft the hapless youth.
Strana 50 - So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Strana 214 - The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon, When she deserts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.
Strana 195 - And how the world began, and how man fell Degraded by himself, on grace depending? Much of the soul they talk, but all awry, And in themselves seek virtue, and to themselves All glory arrogate, to God give none; Rather accuse him under usual names, Fortune and Fate, as one regardless quite Of mortal things. Who therefore seeks in these True wisdom, finds her not; or, by delusion, Far worse, her false resemblance only meets, An empty cloud.
Strana 39 - Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow. It shall be still in strictest measure even To that same lot, however mean or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the Will of Heaven...
Strana 45 - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year.
Strana 50 - For so to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise. Ay me ! whilst thee the shores and sounding seas Wash far away, where'er thy bones are hurled; Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world...
Strana 26 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek : Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Strana 50 - Through the dear might of him that walked the waves. Where other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Strana 52 - Amongst the enthroned gods on sainted seats. Yet some there be that, by due steps, aspire To lay their just hands on that golden key That opes the palace of eternity. To such my errand is ; and, but for such, I would not soil these pure ambrosial weeds With the rank vapours of this sin-worn mould.