Paradise regained. An account of Cowper's writings, relating to Milton. A Latin Epitaph ascribed to Milton with Cowper's opinion of it |
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Gabriel , this day by proof thou shalt behold , Thou and all Angels conversant on
earth With man or men ' s affairs , how I begin To verify that solemn message ,
late On which I sent thee to the virgin pure In Galilee , that she should bear a son
...
Gabriel , this day by proof thou shalt behold , Thou and all Angels conversant on
earth With man or men ' s affairs , how I begin To verify that solemn message ,
late On which I sent thee to the virgin pure In Galilee , that she should bear a son
...
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Thy father is the Eternal King who rules All Heaven and Earth , Angels and sons
of men ; A messenger from God foretold thy birth Conceiv ' d in me a virgin ; he
foretold , Thou should ' st be great , and sit on David ' s throne , And of thy
kingdom ...
Thy father is the Eternal King who rules All Heaven and Earth , Angels and sons
of men ; A messenger from God foretold thy birth Conceiv ' d in me a virgin ; he
foretold , Thou should ' st be great , and sit on David ' s throne , And of thy
kingdom ...
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... Infamous hills , and sandy perilous wilds ; Where , through the sacred rays of
Chastity , No savage fierce , bandite , or mountaineer , Will dare to spoil her virgin
purity : : Yea there , where very Desolation dwells , By grots and caverns shagg ...
... Infamous hills , and sandy perilous wilds ; Where , through the sacred rays of
Chastity , No savage fierce , bandite , or mountaineer , Will dare to spoil her virgin
purity : : Yea there , where very Desolation dwells , By grots and caverns shagg ...
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There is a gentle Nymph not far from hence , That with moist curb sways the
smoothSevern stream , Sabrina is her name , a virgin pure ; Whilom she was the
daughter of Locrine , That had the scepter from his father Brute . She , guiltless ...
There is a gentle Nymph not far from hence , That with moist curb sways the
smoothSevern stream , Sabrina is her name , a virgin pure ; Whilom she was the
daughter of Locrine , That had the scepter from his father Brute . She , guiltless ...
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... and thaw the numming spell , If she be right invok ' d in warbled song ; For
maidenhood she loves , and will be swift To aid a virgin , such as was herself , In
hard - besetting need : this will I try , And add the power of some adjuring verse .
... and thaw the numming spell , If she be right invok ' d in warbled song ; For
maidenhood she loves , and will be swift To aid a virgin , such as was herself , In
hard - besetting need : this will I try , And add the power of some adjuring verse .
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Page 182 - The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread: Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said: But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Page 200 - And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
Page 192 - Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask and antique pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Page 197 - There held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till With a sad leaden downward cast, Thou fix them on the earth as fast. And join with thee calm Peace, and Quiet ; Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring, Aye round about Jove's altar sing ; And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens takes his pleasure. But first, and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The cherub Contemplation...
Page 178 - Begin then, Sisters of the sacred well, That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring, Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string.
Page 190 - Where the nibbling flocks do stray; Mountains, on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest ; Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks, and rivers wide: Towers and battlements it sees Bosom'd high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some Beauty lies, The Cynosure of neighbouring eyes.
Page 188 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe, And in thy right hand lead with thee, The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty ; And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew To live with her, and live with thee, In unreproved pleasures free ; To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise...
Page 252 - All amidst the gardens fair Of Hesperus, and his daughters three That sing about the golden tree. Along the crisped shades and bowers Revels the spruce and jocund Spring; The Graces and the rosy-bosomed Hours Thither all their bounties bring.
Page 183 - 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 hurl'd, Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world...
Page 220 - In the blind mazes of this tangled wood ? My brothers, when they saw me wearied out With this long way, resolving here to lodge Under the spreading favour of these pines...