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Milton's Ode on the Morning of Christ's Nativity, L'allegro, IL Penseroso ...
A. W. Verity
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Æneid allusion Apology for Smectymnuus Areopagitica Arethuse Ben Jonson Cambridge Chaucer Christ's Church Government cognate Comus Cotgrave death Dict Eclogues edition editors Edward King Eikonoklastes Elegy English Epitaphium Damonis epithet Essays eyes favourite flowers Giles Fletcher Glosse Greek Grosart Hamlet hath heaven hence Hist Il Penseroso imitation Jonson L'Al L'Allegro Latin lines Lycidas Mark Pattison Masque Masson meaning meant metaphor Midsummer N. D. Milton Minsheu Monody morning Muse Namancos night noun Nymphs P. L. VII Paradise Lost passage pastoral Penseroso perhaps Pitt Press poem poet poetry prefix probably Promptorium quotes Reason of Church reference rhyme Richard III Romeo and Juliet says sense Shakespeare Shepheards Cal sing Smectymnuus song Sonnet speaks Spenser spheres stanza star Sylvester Tale Tennyson thee Theocritus thou verb Vergil verse Warton winds Winter's Tale word writers written wrote
Page l - Memory and her siren daughters ; but by devout prayer to that Eternal Spirit who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom He pleases.
Page 42 - And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them : and they were sore afraid.
Page 22 - 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, In her sweetest saddest plight.
Page xix - I was confirmed in this opinion, that he who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem...
Page xx - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Page 25 - With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow, To the full-voiced quire below, In service high and anthems clear, As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
Page 45 - Sirens' harmony, That sit upon the nine infolded spheres, And sing to those that hold the vital shears, And turn the adamantine spindle round On which the fate of gods and men is wound. Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie, To lull the daughters of Necessity, And keep unsteady Nature to her law, And the low world in measured motion draw After the heavenly tune, which none can hear Of human mould with gross unpurged ear.
Page 108 - Soft yielding minds to Water glide away, And sip, with Nymphs, their elemental Tea. The graver Prude sinks downward to a Gnome, In search of mischief still on Earth to roam. The light Coquettes in Sylphs aloft repair, And sport and flutter in the fields of Air.