English Poems, Volume 2Clarendon Press, 1872 |
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... hath supprest in night , To none communicable in Earth or Heaven ; Enough is left besides to search and know . But knowledge is as food , and needs no less Her temperance over appetite , to know In measure what the mind may well contain ...
... hath supprest in night , To none communicable in Earth or Heaven ; Enough is left besides to search and know . But knowledge is as food , and needs no less Her temperance over appetite , to know In measure what the mind may well contain ...
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... hath fail'd , who thought All like himself rebellious , by whose aid This inaccessible high strength , the seat Of Deity supreme , us dispossest , He trusted to have seiz'd , and into fraud Drew many , whom their place knows here no ...
... hath fail'd , who thought All like himself rebellious , by whose aid This inaccessible high strength , the seat Of Deity supreme , us dispossest , He trusted to have seiz'd , and into fraud Drew many , whom their place knows here no ...
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... Father ; for he also went Invisible , yet stay'd ( such privilege Hath Omnipresence ) and the work ordain'd , 66 555 560 565 570 575 580 585 590 Author and end of all things , and from work 18 LAST POEMS , 1665-1671 .
... Father ; for he also went Invisible , yet stay'd ( such privilege Hath Omnipresence ) and the work ordain'd , 66 555 560 565 570 575 580 585 590 Author and end of all things , and from work 18 LAST POEMS , 1665-1671 .
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... hath thus advanc't , Created in his image , there to dwell And worship him , and in reward to rule 595 600 605 610 615 620 625 Over his works , on earth , in sea , C 2 PARADISE LOST . VII . 19 Author and end of all things, and from work ...
... hath thus advanc't , Created in his image , there to dwell And worship him , and in reward to rule 595 600 605 610 615 620 625 Over his works , on earth , in sea , C 2 PARADISE LOST . VII . 19 Author and end of all things, and from work ...
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... Hath left to their disputes , perhaps to move His laughter at their quaint opinions wide Hereafter , when they come to model heav'n And calculate the stars , how they will wield The mighty frame , how build , unbuild , contrive To save ...
... Hath left to their disputes , perhaps to move His laughter at their quaint opinions wide Hereafter , when they come to model heav'n And calculate the stars , how they will wield The mighty frame , how build , unbuild , contrive To save ...
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Page 190 - And eloquence, native to famous wits Or hospitable, in her sweet recess, City or suburban, studious walks and shades. See there the olive grove of Academe, Plato's retirement, where the Attic bird Trills her thick-warbled notes the summer long ; There flowery hill Hymettus, with the sound Of bees...
Page 254 - 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 209 - To daily fraud, contempt, abuse and wrong, Within doors, or without, still as a fool, In power of others, never in my own ; Scarce half I seem to live, dead more than half. O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day! O first created beam, and thou great Word, Let there be light, and light was over all; Why am I thus bereaved thy prime decree?
Page 333 - I was confirmed in this opinion, that he who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem ; that is, a composition and pattern of the best and honour-ablest things; not presuming to sing high praises of heroic men, or famous cities, unless he have in himself the experience and the practice of all that which is praiseworthy.
Page 210 - And buried ; but, O yet more miserable ! Myself my sepulchre, a moving grave ; Buried, yet not exempt, By privilege of death and burial, From worst of other evils, pains, and wrongs ; But made hereby obnoxious more To all the miseries of life, Life in captivity Among inhuman foes.
Page 143 - For God is also in sleep ; and dreams advise, Which he hath sent propitious, some great good Presaging, since, with sorrow and heart's distress Wearied, I fell asleep : but now lead on — In me is no delay : with thee to go, Is to stay here ; without thee here to stay, Is to go hence unwilling ; thou to me Art all things under heaven, all places thou, Who for my wilful crime art banish'd hence.
Page 16 - But grateful to acknowledge whence his good Descends, thither with heart, and voice, and eyes Directed in devotion, to adore And worship God supreme, who made him chief •Of all his works : therefore the omnipotent Eternal Father, for where is not he Present?
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Page 35 - Yet when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say, Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best.
Page 4 - Urania, and fit audience find, though few. But drive far off the barbarous dissonance Of Bacchus and his revellers, the race Of that wild rout that tore the Thracian bard In Rhodope, where woods and rocks had ears To rapture, till the savage clamour drowned Both harp and voice ; nor could the Muse defend Her son.