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... virtue , all their fame Ignobly , to the trains and to the smiles Of these fair atheists ; and now swim in joy , Erelong to swim at large ; and laugh , for which The world erelong a world of tears must weep . To whom thus Adam of short ...
... virtue , all their fame Ignobly , to the trains and to the smiles Of these fair atheists ; and now swim in joy , Erelong to swim at large ; and laugh , for which The world erelong a world of tears must weep . To whom thus Adam of short ...
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... virtue call'd : 685 690 695 To overcome in battel , and subdue Nations , and bring home spoils with infinite Manslaughter , shall be held the highest pitch Of human glory , and for glory done Of triumph to be styl❜d great conquerors ...
... virtue call'd : 685 690 695 To overcome in battel , and subdue Nations , and bring home spoils with infinite Manslaughter , shall be held the highest pitch Of human glory , and for glory done Of triumph to be styl❜d great conquerors ...
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... virtue void ; 790 Who having spill'd much blood , and done much waste , Subduing nations , and achiev'd thereby Fame in the world , high titles , and rich prey , Shall change their course to pleasure , ease , and sloth , Surfeit , and ...
... virtue void ; 790 Who having spill'd much blood , and done much waste , Subduing nations , and achiev'd thereby Fame in the world , high titles , and rich prey , Shall change their course to pleasure , ease , and sloth , Surfeit , and ...
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... virtue , which is reason , that no wrong , But justice , and some fatal curse annex'd , Deprives them of their outward liberty , Their inward lost : witness th ' irreverent son Of him who built the ark , who for the shame Done to his ...
... virtue , which is reason , that no wrong , But justice , and some fatal curse annex'd , Deprives them of their outward liberty , Their inward lost : witness th ' irreverent son Of him who built the ark , who for the shame Done to his ...
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... virtue , patience , temperance , add love , By name to come call'd charity , the soul Of all the rest ; then wilt thou not be loath To leave this paradise , but shalt possess A paradise within thee , happier far . Let us descend now ...
... virtue , patience , temperance , add love , By name to come call'd charity , the soul Of all the rest ; then wilt thou not be loath To leave this paradise , but shalt possess A paradise within thee , happier far . Let us descend now ...
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Page 293 - Married to immortal verse; Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, 140 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 281 - And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sunbeams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
Page 280 - Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves, Where other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Page 270 - That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring : Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string. Hence with denial vain, and coy...
Page 288 - HENCE, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy! Find out some uncouth cell Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings And the night-raven sings ; There under ebon shades, and low-brow'd rocks As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Page 62 - They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand; the gate With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms. Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide. They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.
Page 274 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of Noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days...
Page 289 - 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 ; 30 Sport, that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Page 271 - And all their echoes mourn. The willows, and the hazel copses green, Shall now no more be seen, Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the canker to the rose, Or taint-worm to the weanling herds that graze, Or frost to flowers, that their gay wardrobe wear, When first the whitethorn blows; Such, Lycidas, thy loss to shepherd's ear.
Page 278 - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freak'd with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears : Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.