The poetical works of John Milton, with the life of the author by S. Johnson, Volumes 3-41807 |
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... ye To serve the Lady of this place . Though Syrinx your Pan's mistress were , Yet Syrinx well might wait on her . Such a rural queen All Arcadia hath not seen . LYCIDAS . In this monody the Author bewails a learned 196 ARCADES .
... ye To serve the Lady of this place . Though Syrinx your Pan's mistress were , Yet Syrinx well might wait on her . Such a rural queen All Arcadia hath not seen . LYCIDAS . In this monody the Author bewails a learned 196 ARCADES .
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... Lycidas is dead , dead ere his prime , Young Lycidas , and hath not left his peer : Who would not sing for Lycidas ? he knew Himself to sing , and build the lofty rhime . He must not flote upon his wat'ry bier Unwept , and welter to ...
... Lycidas is dead , dead ere his prime , Young Lycidas , and hath not left his peer : Who would not sing for Lycidas ? he knew Himself to sing , and build the lofty rhime . He must not flote upon his wat'ry bier Unwept , and welter to ...
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... Lycidas , thy loss to shepherds ' ear . Where were ye , Nymphs , when the remorseless deep Clos'd o'er the head of your lov'd Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep , Where your old bards , the famous Druids , lie 198 LYCINAS .
... Lycidas , thy loss to shepherds ' ear . Where were ye , Nymphs , when the remorseless deep Clos'd o'er the head of your lov'd Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep , Where your old bards , the famous Druids , lie 198 LYCINAS .
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... the glist'ring foil Set off to th ' world , nor in broad Rumor lies , But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes , And perfect witness of all - judging Jove ' ; As he pronounces lastly on each deed , Of so R 2 LYCIDAS . 199.
... the glist'ring foil Set off to th ' world , nor in broad Rumor lies , But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes , And perfect witness of all - judging Jove ' ; As he pronounces lastly on each deed , Of so R 2 LYCIDAS . 199.
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... last did go , The pilot of the Galilean lake , Two massy keys he bore of metals twain , The golden opes , the iron shuts amain ) shook miter'd locks , and stern bespake , How well could I have spar'd for thee , young 200 LYCIDAS .
... last did go , The pilot of the Galilean lake , Two massy keys he bore of metals twain , The golden opes , the iron shuts amain ) shook miter'd locks , and stern bespake , How well could I have spar'd for thee , young 200 LYCIDAS .
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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 35 - 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 30 - 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.