Cowley, Denham, MiltonAlexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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Stranica 22
... Hell are from diseases free , So from all other ills am I , Free from their known formality : But all pains eminently lie in thee . COWLEY . They were not always strictly curious , whether the opinions from which they drew their ...
... Hell are from diseases free , So from all other ills am I , Free from their known formality : But all pains eminently lie in thee . COWLEY . They were not always strictly curious , whether the opinions from which they drew their ...
Stranica 31
... Hell , and telling the history of Lucifer , who was , he says , Once general of a gilded host of sprites , Like Hesper leading forth the spangled nights ; But down like lightning , which him struck , he came , And roar'd at his first ...
... Hell , and telling the history of Lucifer , who was , he says , Once general of a gilded host of sprites , Like Hesper leading forth the spangled nights ; But down like lightning , which him struck , he came , And roar'd at his first ...
Stranica 61
... Hell's triple porter captivate , Was overcome himself by conquering Fate . The Roman Tully's pleasing eloquence , Which in the ears did lock up every sense Of the rapt hearer ; his mellifluous breath Could not at all charm unremorseless ...
... Hell's triple porter captivate , Was overcome himself by conquering Fate . The Roman Tully's pleasing eloquence , Which in the ears did lock up every sense Of the rapt hearer ; his mellifluous breath Could not at all charm unremorseless ...
Stranica 76
... Hell ; Nor have we quite purg'd the Christian land ; Still idols here , like calves at Bethel , stand . And , though Pan's death long since all oracles broke , Yet still in rhyme the fiend Apollo spoke : Nay , with the worst of heathen ...
... Hell ; Nor have we quite purg'd the Christian land ; Still idols here , like calves at Bethel , stand . And , though Pan's death long since all oracles broke , Yet still in rhyme the fiend Apollo spoke : Nay , with the worst of heathen ...
Stranica 79
... Hell thought most fit ; Ah ! wretched man , curs'd by too good a wit ! Witness thou , Brentford , say , thou ancient town , How many in thy streets fell groveling down : Witness the red - coats weltering in their gore , And dy'd anew ...
... Hell thought most fit ; Ah ! wretched man , curs'd by too good a wit ! Witness thou , Brentford , say , thou ancient town , How many in thy streets fell groveling down : Witness the red - coats weltering in their gore , And dy'd anew ...
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Stranica 473 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days: But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life.
Stranica 475 - 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...
Stranica 380 - Thus wondrous fair: thyself how wondrous then, Unspeakable! who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels: for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end. Fairest of stars, last in...
Stranica 476 - 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...
Stranica 473 - Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake Creep and intrude and climb into the fold! Of other care they little reckoning make Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths!
Stranica 507 - For if such holy song Enwrap our fancy long, Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold, And speckled Vanity Will sicken soon and die, And leprous Sin will melt from earthly mould, And Hell itself will pass away, And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day.
Stranica 380 - Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise. Ye mists and exhalations, that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky or gray, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the world's great Author rise...
Stranica 475 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold In weeds of peace high triumphs hold, With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend.
Stranica 476 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes 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. Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild.
Stranica 473 - That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring, Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string. Hence with denial vain and coy excuse : So may some gentle Muse...