Paradise Regain'd: A Poem, in Four Books. To which is Added Samson Agonistes: and Poems Upon Several Occasions, 2 tomasJ. and R. Tonson, 1753 - 335 psl. |
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... amor faette ed arco , La onde l'alta tua virtu s'infiora . conformed fo exactly to the Ita- lian model as Milton : and he is the last who excell'd in this fpe- cies of poetry , which was almoft ' extinct among us , till it was re- viv'd ...
... amor faette ed arco , La onde l'alta tua virtu s'infiora . conformed fo exactly to the Ita- lian model as Milton : and he is the last who excell'd in this fpe- cies of poetry , which was almoft ' extinct among us , till it was re- viv'd ...
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... Amor meco insù la lingua fnella Defta il fior novo di strania favella , Mentre io di te , vezzofamente altera , Canto , dal mio buon popol non intefo E'l bel Tamigi cangio col bel Arno . Amor lo volfe , ed io a l'altrui pefo But as I ...
... Amor meco insù la lingua fnella Defta il fior novo di strania favella , Mentre io di te , vezzofamente altera , Canto , dal mio buon popol non intefo E'l bel Tamigi cangio col bel Arno . Amor lo volfe , ed io a l'altrui pefo But as I ...
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... Amor cofa mai volfe indarno . Deh ! fofs ' il mio cuor lento e'l duro fene A chi pianta dal ciel si buon terreno . Canzone . R Idonfi donne e giovani amorofi M ' accoftandofi attorno , e perche scrivi , Perche tu fcrivi in lingua ignota ...
... Amor cofa mai volfe indarno . Deh ! fofs ' il mio cuor lento e'l duro fene A chi pianta dal ciel si buon terreno . Canzone . R Idonfi donne e giovani amorofi M ' accoftandofi attorno , e perche scrivi , Perche tu fcrivi in lingua ignota ...
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... Amor mise l'infanabil ago . VII . * On his being arriv'd to the age of 23 . How foon hath Time , the subtle thief of youth , 10 Stoln the moon on Latmus hill ; yet " that fhall , as of him that never confider , that if it were no more ...
... Amor mise l'infanabil ago . VII . * On his being arriv'd to the age of 23 . How foon hath Time , the subtle thief of youth , 10 Stoln the moon on Latmus hill ; yet " that fhall , as of him that never confider , that if it were no more ...
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... amor . Nuda nec arva placent , umbrafque negantia molles , Quàm male Phœbicolis convenit ille locus ! Nec duri libet ufque minas perferre magistri Cæteraque ingenio non fubeunda meo . Si fit hoc exilium patrios adiiffe penates , Et ...
... amor . Nuda nec arva placent , umbrafque negantia molles , Quàm male Phœbicolis convenit ille locus ! Nec duri libet ufque minas perferre magistri Cæteraque ingenio non fubeunda meo . Si fit hoc exilium patrios adiiffe penates , Et ...
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72 psl. - As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
71 psl. - Softly on my eyelids laid; And, as I wake, sweet music breathe Above, about, or underneath, Sent by some Spirit to mortals good, Or the unseen Genius of the wood. But let my due feet never fail To walk the studious cloister's pale, And love the high embowed roof, With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.
58 psl. - And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, 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...
237 psl. - When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not ; in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks.
70 psl. - And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
188 psl. - 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...
59 psl. - Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys! Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
15 psl. - Pollute with sinful blame, The saintly veil of maiden white to throw; Confounded, that her Maker's eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities.
260 psl. - I am the Lord thy God, which brought Thee out of Egypt land ; Ask large enough, and I, besought, Will grant thy full demand.
63 psl. - But, first and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation; And the mute Silence hist along, 'Less Philomel will deign a song...