Paradise Lost : Book VIII. (John Milton Poems)
The Angel ended, and in Adam's earSo charming left his voice, that he a whileThought him still speaking, still stood ...
The Angel ended, and in Adam's earSo charming left his voice, that he a whileThought him still speaking, still stood ...
AN ESSAY ON THE SECOND BOOK OF VIRGIL'S AENEIS,THE ARGUMENT.The first book speaks of Aeneas's voyage by sea, and how, ...
I.AGASSIZ Come Dicesti _egli ebbe?_ non viv' egli ancora? Non fiere gli occhi suoi lo dolce lome?IThe electric nerve, whose ...
When the companies were thus arrayed, each under its own captain,the Trojans advanced as a flight of wild fowl or ...
Deep in the shady sadness of a valeFar sunken from the healthy breath of morn,Far from the fiery noon, and ...
Now with a general peace the world was blest,While ours, a world divided from the rest,A dreadful quiet felt, and ...
When shall the woes of War and Discord cease!When shall the morn of Harmony arise!When shall the dawn of Concord, ...
All touch, all eye, all ear, The Spirit felt the Fairy's burning speech. O'er the thin texture of its frame The varying periods ...
I.Thy country's curse is on thee, darkest crestOf that foul, knotted, many-headed wormWhich rends our Mother's bosom-Priestly Pest!Masked Resurrection of ...
Stat vetus et multos incedua sylvaper anno;,Credibile est illi numen inesse loco.HARK to that shriek upon the summer blast!Wildly it ...
The spare professor, grave and bald,Began his paper. It was called,I think, 'A Brief Historic GlanceAt Russia, Germany, and France.'A ...
In olden time--in great Eliza's age,When rare Ben Jonson ruled the humorous stage,No play without its Prologue might appearTo earn ...
AN EPISTLE TO ROBERT LLOYD. Contrarius evehor orbi.--OVID, Met. lib. ii.When foes insult, and prudent friends dispense,In pity's strains, the ...
THE LOVER'S JOURNEY.It is the Soul that sees: the outward eyesPresent the object, but the Mind descries;And thence delight, disgust, ...
Midway the hill of science, after steepAnd rugged paths that tire the' unpractised feet,A grove extends; in tangled mazes wrought,And ...
SIT at my table, welcome guest, and sing The olden song, with young unpractised throat; I hold my breath to ...
Translated From the Arabic of John Duncan.You know so well how to stay me with vapoursDistilled expertly to that unworthy ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, ...
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