Paradise regain'd, a poem. To which is added Samson agonistes; and Poems upon several occasions, with a Tractate of education1747 |
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Strana 180
... thoughts ; ' tis likelieft They had engag'd their wandring steps too far , And envious darkness , ere they could return , Had ftole them from me ; elfe , O thievifh night , Why should'ft thou , but for fome felonious end , In thy dark ...
... thoughts ; ' tis likelieft They had engag'd their wandring steps too far , And envious darkness , ere they could return , Had ftole them from me ; elfe , O thievifh night , Why should'ft thou , but for fome felonious end , In thy dark ...
Strana 186
... Thoughts , And put them into misbecoming plight . Virtue could fee to do what Virtue would By her own radiant light , though Sun and Moon Were in the flat Sea funk : And Wifdem's felf Oft feeks to fweet retired Solitude : Where with her ...
... Thoughts , And put them into misbecoming plight . Virtue could fee to do what Virtue would By her own radiant light , though Sun and Moon Were in the flat Sea funk : And Wifdem's felf Oft feeks to fweet retired Solitude : Where with her ...
Strana 187
... thought my Sifter's ftate Secure , without all doubt or controverfie : Yet where an equal poife of hope and fear Does arbitrate th ' Event , my Nature is That I incline to hope rather than fear , And gladly banish squint fufpicion . My ...
... thought my Sifter's ftate Secure , without all doubt or controverfie : Yet where an equal poife of hope and fear Does arbitrate th ' Event , my Nature is That I incline to hope rather than fear , And gladly banish squint fufpicion . My ...
Strana 190
... thought To this my errand , and the care it brought . But , O my Virgin Lady , where is the , How chance she is not in your company ? Eld . Bro . To tell thee fadly , Shepherd , without blame , Or Or our neglect , we lost her as we came ...
... thought To this my errand , and the care it brought . But , O my Virgin Lady , where is the , How chance she is not in your company ? Eld . Bro . To tell thee fadly , Shepherd , without blame , Or Or our neglect , we lost her as we came ...
Strana 192
... thought 1 , How fweet thou fing'ft , how near the deadly snare ! Then down the Lawns I ran with headlong hafte , Through paths and turnings often trod by day , Till guided by mine ear I found the place Where that damn'd wisard , hid in ...
... thought 1 , How fweet thou fing'ft , how near the deadly snare ! Then down the Lawns I ran with headlong hafte , Through paths and turnings often trod by day , Till guided by mine ear I found the place Where that damn'd wisard , hid in ...
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Strana 367 - The end, then, of learning is to repair the ruins of our first parents by regaining to know God aright and out of that knowledge to love him, to imitate him, to be like him as we may the nearest by possessing our souls of true virtue, which being united to the heavenly grace of faith makes up the highest perfection.
Strana 212 - And though the shady gloom Had given day her room, The sun himself withheld his wonted speed, And hid his head for shame...
Strana 234 - WHAT needs my Shakespeare, for his honour'd bones, The labour of an age in piled stones? Or that his hallow'd relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou, in our wonder and astonishment, Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
Strana 209 - THIS is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring...
Strana 210 - Muse, shall not thy sacred vein Afford a present to the Infant God? Hast thou no verse, no hymn, or solemn strain, To welcome him to this his new abode, Now while the Heav'n by the sun's team untrod, Hath took no print of the approaching light...
Strana 211 - But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of light His reign of peace upon the earth began; The winds with wonder whist, Smoothly the waters kissed Whispering new joys to the mild ocean — Who now hath quite forgot to rave, While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave.
Strana 189 - Begin to cast a beam on the outward shape, The unpolluted temple of the mind, And turns it, by degrees, to the soul's essence, Till all be made immortal : but when lust, By unchaste looks, loose gestures, and foul talk, But most by lewd and lavish act of sin, Lets in defilement to the inward parts, The soul grows clotted by contagion, Imbodies, and imbrutes, till she quite lose The divine property of her first being.
Strana 235 - Here lies old Hobson. Death hath broke his girt, And here, alas! hath laid him in the dirt; Or else, the ways being foul, twenty to one He's here stuck in a slough, and overthrown. 'Twas such a shifter that, if truth were known, Death was half glad when he had got him down; For he had any time this ten years full Dodged with him betwixt Cambridge and The Bull.
Strana 211 - Pollute with sinful blame, The saintly veil of maiden white to throw ; Confounded, that her Maker's eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities.
Strana 240 - Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still, Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill, While the jolly hours lead on propitious May ; Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day, First heard before the shallow cuckoo's bill, Portend success in love ; O if Jove's will Have linked that amorous power to thy soft lay, Now timely sing, ere the rude bird of hate...