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Page 143
... I would not soil these pure ambrosial weeds With the rank vapours of this sin -
worn mold . But to my task . Neptune besides the sway Of every salt flood , and
each ebbing stream , Took in by lot ' twixt high and neither Jove 20 Imperial rule
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... I would not soil these pure ambrosial weeds With the rank vapours of this sin -
worn mold . But to my task . Neptune besides the sway Of every salt flood , and
each ebbing stream , Took in by lot ' twixt high and neither Jove 20 Imperial rule
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Page 172
There is a gentle nymph not far from hence , Thatwith moistcurb sways the
smooth Severn stream , Sabrina is her name , a vigin pure ; Whilome she was the
daughter of Locrine , That had the sceptre from his father Brute . She guiltless
damsel ...
There is a gentle nymph not far from hence , Thatwith moistcurb sways the
smooth Severn stream , Sabrina is her name , a vigin pure ; Whilome she was the
daughter of Locrine , That had the sceptre from his father Brute . She guiltless
damsel ...
Page 191
And let some strange mysterious dream Wave at his wings in aery stream Of
lively portraiture display ' d , Softly on my eye - lids laid . And as I wake , sweet
music breathe Above , about , or underneath , Sent by some spirit to mortals good
, Or ...
And let some strange mysterious dream Wave at his wings in aery stream Of
lively portraiture display ' d , Softly on my eye - lids laid . And as I wake , sweet
music breathe Above , about , or underneath , Sent by some spirit to mortals good
, Or ...
Page 199
Where your old bards , the famous Druids , lie , Nor on the shaggy top of Mona
high , Nor yet where Deva spreads her wisard stream : Ay me ! I fondly dream
Had ye been there , for what could that have done ? What could the Muse herself
that ...
Where your old bards , the famous Druids , lie , Nor on the shaggy top of Mona
high , Nor yet where Deva spreads her wisard stream : Ay me ! I fondly dream
Had ye been there , for what could that have done ? What could the Muse herself
that ...
Page 46
... and his work pursued , While Darwen stream with blood of Scots imbrued , And
Dunbar field resounds thy praises loud , And Worcester ' s laureat wreath . Yet
much remains To conquer still ; Peace hath her victories No less renown ' d than
...
... and his work pursued , While Darwen stream with blood of Scots imbrued , And
Dunbar field resounds thy praises loud , And Worcester ' s laureat wreath . Yet
much remains To conquer still ; Peace hath her victories No less renown ' d than
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Page 192 - Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys! Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
Page 186 - Euphrosyne, And by men, heart-easing Mirth, Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore...
Page 190 - And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Page 146 - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast; no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame; nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
Page 197 - And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Page 188 - Where the great sun begins his state, Rob'd in flames, and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale, Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Page 37 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail bounteous May that dost inspire Mirth and youth, and warm desire; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish...
Page 32 - FLY, envious Time, till thou run out thy race ; Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours, Whose speed is but the heavy plummet's pace ; And glut thyself with what thy womb devours, Which is no more than what is false and vain, And merely mortal dross ; So little is our loss, So little is thy gain.
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| Title | The poetical works of John Milton, with the life of the author by S. Johnson, Volumes 3-4 Volumes 14-15 of Poets of Gt. Brit The poetical works of John Milton, with the life of the author by S. Johnson, John Milton |
| Author | John Milton |
| Published | 1807 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 26 Sep 2006 |
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