Paradise regain'd, a poem. To which is added Samson agonistes1713 |
Frases i termes més freqüents
Ægypt againſt Angels Arethuse beft beſt caft call'd canft cauſe Chor Comus Dagon darkneſs Defart doft doth Earth elſe erft eyes fafe faid fair fame Father fave fear feat fecret feek fent ferve fhades fhall fhew fhould fide fight fing firſt flain foes folemn fome foon foul ftand ftill ftreams ftrength fuch fure giv'n glory hafte hand hath hear Heav'n higheſt himſelf honour houſe Ifrael juft King laft leaſt lefs light loft Lord Lycidas moft mortal moſt muſt night Nymphs o'er paſs Pfalm Philiftian pleaſure pow'r praiſe prefent PSAL publick reft reply'd rife Samf Samfon Saviour ſhall Shepherd ſome Son of God Song SONNET ſtate ſtill ſuch ſweet thee thefe themſelves thence theſe things thofe thoſe thou art thought thouſand Throne thy felf uſe Virgin weakneſs Weft whofe whoſe Wilderneſs wilt wiſdom
Passatges populars
Pàgina 142 - Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom, Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm To bless the doors from nightly harm.
Pàgina 28 - Things vulgar, and, well weigh'd, scarce worth the praise ? They praise, and they admire, they know not what, And know not whom, but as one leads the other...
Pàgina 322 - And though a linguist should pride himself to have all the tongues that Babel cleft the world into, yet if he have not studied the solid things in them as well as the words and lexicons, he were nothing so much to be esteemed a learned man, as any yeoman or tradesman competently wise in his mother dialect only.
Pàgina 142 - Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan...
Pàgina 157 - With their grave saws in slumber lie We, that are of purer fire, Imitate the starry quire; Who, in their nightly watchful spheres, Lead in swift round the months and years. The sounds and seas, with all their finny drove, Now to the moon in wavering morrice move ; And, on the tawny sands and shelves, Trip the pert fairies and the dapper elves.
Pàgina 126 - For we were nursed upon the self-same hill, Fed the same flock by fountain, shade, and rill. Together both, ere the high lawns appear'd Under the opening eye-lids of the morn, We drove a-field, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn...
Pàgina 23 - Is yet more kingly ? this attracts the soul, Governs the inner man, the nobler part; That other o'er the body only reigns, And oft by force, which, to a generous mind, So reigning, can be no sincere delight.
Pàgina 127 - Ay me ! I fondly dream ! Had ye been there, for what could that have done? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself for her enchanting son, Whom universal nature did lament...
Pàgina 2 - When I was yet a child, no childish play To me was pleasing ; all my mind was set Serious to learn and know, and thence to do What might be public good; myself I thought Born to that end, born to promote all truth, All righteous things...
Pàgina 128 - ... reeds, That strain I heard was of a higher mood : But now my oat proceeds. And listens to the herald of the sea That came in Neptune's plea, He asked the waves, and asked the felon winds, What hard mishap hath doomed this gentle swain?