The Life of John Milton: Narrated in Connexion with the Political, Ecclesiastical, and Literary History of His Time, Volume 1

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Macmillan, 1881 - Great Britain
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Page 648 - hair ? 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. The
Page 565 - While the cock with lively din Scatters the rear of darkness thin, And to the stack or the barn-door. Stoutly struts his dames before : Oft listening how the hounds and horn Cheerly rouse the slumbering morn, From the side of some hoar hill, Through the high wood echoing shrill; Sometime walking, not unseen, By hedge-row
Page 321 - Yet, be it less or more, or soon or slow, It shall be still in strictest measure even To that same lot, however mean or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven. All is, if I have grace to use it so, As ever in my great Task-Master's eye. 1
Page 564 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And, singing, startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise ; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow Through the sweet-briar or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine
Page 565 - Whilst the landskip round it measures : Russet lawns and fallows grey, Where the nibbling flocks do stray ; Mountains on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest; Meadows trim, with daisies pied; Shallow brooks and rivers wide ; Towers and battlements it sees, Bosomed high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some beauty lies, The cynosure of neighbouring eyes.
Page 225 - rude manger lies; Nature, in awe to Him, Had doffed her gaudy trim, With her great Master so to sympathise. It was no season then for her To wanton with the Sun, her lusty paramour. Only with speeches fair She wooes the gentle air To hide her guilty front with innocent snow, And on her naked
Page 41 - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid ! heard words that have been So nimble, and so full of subtle flame, As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life : then, when there hath
Page 650 - Return, Alpheus ; the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse ; And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all
Page 648 - Alas ! what boots it with unccssant care To tend the homely, slighted shepherd's trade, And strictly meditate the thankless Muse ? Were it not better done, as others use, To sport with Amaryllis in the shade, Or with the tangles of Neajra's hair
Page 503 - to the even-song : And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay as you ; We have as short a spring, As quick a growth to meet decay As you or any thing. We die

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