The World's Best Poetry ...John Vance Cheney, Sir Charles G. D. Roberts, Charles Francis Richardson, Francis Hovey Stoddard, John Raymond Howard J. D. Morris, 1904 - English poetry |
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... Paradise Lost , " to which he had consecrated his energies . In a pamphlet issued in 1641 he wrote : " Neither do I think it shame to covenant with any knowing reader , that for some few years yet I may go on trust with him toward the ...
... Paradise Lost , " to which he had consecrated his energies . In a pamphlet issued in 1641 he wrote : " Neither do I think it shame to covenant with any knowing reader , that for some few years yet I may go on trust with him toward the ...
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... Paradise Lost , Bk . VII . Tho ' losses and crosses Be lessons right severe , There ' s wit there , ye ' ll get there , Ye ' ll find nae otherwhere . Epistle to Davie . MILTON . R. BURNS . By adversity are wrought The greatest work of ...
... Paradise Lost , Bk . VII . Tho ' losses and crosses Be lessons right severe , There ' s wit there , ye ' ll get there , Ye ' ll find nae otherwhere . Epistle to Davie . MILTON . R. BURNS . By adversity are wrought The greatest work of ...
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... Paradise Lost , Bk . XI . MILTON . AIR . DUNCAN . This castle hath a pleasant seat : the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses . BANQUO . The heaven's breath Smells wooingly here : no jutty , frieze , Buttress ...
... Paradise Lost , Bk . XI . MILTON . AIR . DUNCAN . This castle hath a pleasant seat : the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses . BANQUO . The heaven's breath Smells wooingly here : no jutty , frieze , Buttress ...
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... Paradise Lost , Bk . I. MILTON . Rather than be less Cared not to be at all . Paradise Lost , Bk . II . MILTON . Lowliness is young ambition's ladder , Whereto the climber - upward turns his face ; But when he once attains the upmost ...
... Paradise Lost , Bk . I. MILTON . Rather than be less Cared not to be at all . Paradise Lost , Bk . II . MILTON . Lowliness is young ambition's ladder , Whereto the climber - upward turns his face ; But when he once attains the upmost ...
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... Paradise Lost , Bk . VII . But sad as angels for the good man's sin , Weep to record , and blush to give it in . The Pleasures of Hope , Pt . II . MILTON . T. CAMPBELL . What though my winged hours of bliss have been , Like angel ...
... Paradise Lost , Bk . VII . But sad as angels for the good man's sin , Weep to record , and blush to give it in . The Pleasures of Hope , Pt . II . MILTON . T. CAMPBELL . What though my winged hours of bliss have been , Like angel ...
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Page 5 - Look here, upon this picture, and on this, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Page 51 - Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams That shake us nightly. Better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing Can touch him further.
Page lix - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
Page 63 - Dis's wagon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
Page 97 - In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law, but 'tis not so above; There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature, and we ourselves compelled, Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults, To give in evidence.
Page 15 - The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark, When neither is attended ; and, I think The nightingale, if she should sing by day, When every goose is cackling, would be thought No better a musician than the wren.
Page 118 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
Page 116 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Page 95 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long...
Page lii - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast?