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... Il Penseroso Extract from Comus . Lycidas Sonnets : On his being arrived at the age of Twenty - three On his Blindness On the late Massacre in Piedmont To the Lord General Cromwell Extracts from Paradise Lost : Book I Book IV Book X ...
... Il Penseroso Extract from Comus . Lycidas Sonnets : On his being arrived at the age of Twenty - three On his Blindness On the late Massacre in Piedmont To the Lord General Cromwell Extracts from Paradise Lost : Book I Book IV Book X ...
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... Il Penseroso and are hardly surpassed by it , come as easily to his call as the mad laughing - song of the same play . ' Sad songs , ' like that quoted from The Queen of Corinth ; dirges , like the ' Come you , whose loves are dead ' of ...
... Il Penseroso and are hardly surpassed by it , come as easily to his call as the mad laughing - song of the same play . ' Sad songs , ' like that quoted from The Queen of Corinth ; dirges , like the ' Come you , whose loves are dead ' of ...
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... Il Penseroso , Arcades , Comus , and Lycidas . All these were thrown off by their author as occasional pieces , exercises for practice , preluding to the labour of his life , which he was all the while meditating . A journey to Italy ...
... Il Penseroso , Arcades , Comus , and Lycidas . All these were thrown off by their author as occasional pieces , exercises for practice , preluding to the labour of his life , which he was all the while meditating . A journey to Italy ...
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... Il Penseroso have the highest beauty as works of art , while they may abound with naturalistic solecism . 3 . Comus , 1634 , bears the title of JOHN MILTON . 297.
... Il Penseroso have the highest beauty as works of art , while they may abound with naturalistic solecism . 3 . Comus , 1634 , bears the title of JOHN MILTON . 297.
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... IL PENSEROSO . Hence , vain deluding joys , The brood of Folly without father bred ! How little you bested , Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys ! Dwell in some idle brain , And fancies fond with 310 THE ENGLISH POETS . Penseroso.
... IL PENSEROSO . Hence , vain deluding joys , The brood of Folly without father bred ! How little you bested , Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys ! Dwell in some idle brain , And fancies fond with 310 THE ENGLISH POETS . Penseroso.
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Absalom and Achitophel Æneid beauty Ben Jonson born breast breath bright Castara Comus Cowley crown dark death delight divine dost doth Dryden earth EDMUND W English English poetry eternal eyes fair fame fancy fate fear fire flame flowers Giles Fletcher glory golden Gondibert grace hand happy hast hath heart heaven hell Herbert Herrick hill honour Hudibras Il Penseroso John Dryden Jonson King L'Allegro Lady light live Lord Lycidas Milton mind mistress Muse nature never night nymphs o'er odes once Paradise Lost Paradise Regained passion pleasure poem poet poet's poetic poetry praise pride reign rose sacred satire shade shepherds sighs sight sing sleep song sonnet soul spirits stars stream sweet tears temple thee thence thine things thou thought tree verse Waller wanton winds wings write youth
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Seite 260 - Go, lovely rose, Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Seite 323 - He scarce had ceased when the superior Fiend Was moving toward the shore ; his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast. The broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views At evening, from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
Seite 442 - A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts and nothing long; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Seite 338 - Me miserable ! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair ? Which way I fly is hell ; myself am hell ; And in the lowest deep a lower deep Still threatening to devour me opens wide ; To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.
Seite 467 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown : He raised a mortal to the skies: She drew an angel down.
Seite 164 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Prithee, why so mute? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Saying nothing do't? Prithee, why so mute? Quit, quit, for shame, this will not move: This cannot take her. If of herself she will not love, Nothing can make her: The devil take her!
Seite 204 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Seite 343 - The birds their quire apply ; airs, vernal airs, Breathing the smell of field and grove, attune The trembling leaves, while universal Pan, Knit with the Graces and the Hours in dance, Led on the eternal spring.
Seite 310 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days: But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life.
Seite 305 - Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment ? Sure something holy lodges in that breast, And with these raptures moves the vocal air To testify his hidden residence.