The Works of the English Poets: Milton (Google eBook)

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H. Hughs, 1779
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Page 138 - ... observe His providence; and on Him sole depend, Merciful over all His works, with good Still overcoming evil, and by small Accomplishing great things, by things...
Page 138 - And all the rule, one empire ; only add Deeds to thy knowledge answerable; add faith, Add virtue, patience, temperance ; add love, By name to come call'd charity, the soul Of all the rest: then wilt thou not be loth To leave this Paradise, but shalt possess A paradise within thee, happier far.
Page 40 - The fig-tree, not that kind for fruit renown'd, But such as, at this day, to Indians known, In Malabar or Decan spreads her arms, Branching so broad and long, that in the ground The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow About the mother tree, a pillar'd shade, High overarch'd, and echoing walks between...
Page 113 - The haunt of seals, and ores, and sea-mews' clang: To teach thee that God attributes to place No sanctity, if none be thither brought By men who there frequent, or therein dwell. And now, what further shall ensue, behold.
Page 39 - O might I here In solitude live savage, in some glade Obscured, where highest woods, impenetrable To star or sun-light, spread their umbrage broad And brown as evening ! cover me, ye pines, Ye cedars, with innumerable boughs Hide me, where I may never see them more...
Page 74 - ... a rib Crooked by nature, bent, as now appears, More to the part sinister, from me drawn ; Well if thrown out, as supernumerary To my just number found. O ! why did God, Creator wise, that peopled highest heaven With spirits masculine, create at last This novelty on earth, this fair defect Of nature, and not fill the world at once With men, as angels, without feminine ; Or find some other way to generate Mankind?
Page 4 - Nor skilled, nor studious, higher argument Remains ; sufficient of itself to raise That name, unless an age too late, or cold Climate, or years, damp my intended wing Depressed ; and much they may, if all be mine, Not hers who brings it nightly to my ear.
Page 94 - With what to sight or smell was sweet, from thee How shall I part, and whither wander down Into a lower world, to this obscure And wild ? how shall we breathe in other air Less pure, accustom'd to immortal fruits?
Page 70 - Why delays His hand to execute what his decree Fix'd on this day ? Why do I overlive ? Why am I mock'd with death; and...
Page 94 - I had hope to spend, Quiet though sad, the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both. O flowers That never will in other climate grow, My early visitation, and my last At even, which I bred up with tender hand...

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