Paradise Lost : Book XII. (John Milton Poems)
As one who in his journey bates at noon,Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel pausedBetwixt the world destroyed ...
As one who in his journey bates at noon,Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel pausedBetwixt the world destroyed ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that nameIf rightly thou art called, whose voice divineFollowing, above the Olympian hill I soar,Above ...
Containing the Marks and Characters of the Believer in Christ; together with some further privileges and grounds of comfort to ...
From heaven, soul--like, to earth. It is sundown. MarkThe heart's state, empty and collapsed, the world'sVain pleasures leave us in, ...
And now the Angel, from the trembling sight,Veil'd the wide world-when sudden shades of nightMove o'er the ethereal vault; the ...
As in our sky sometimes a vaporous massLow down, shows thunder threatening; while by windsOf happier, if adverse wing fanned, ...
Even while a starMight twinkle twice, or calm, retiring sea,Irresolute yet to leave, his moonlit kissShimmering repeat upon the impassive ...
(1)Lying and stealing is the white man's game;For rights of God nor man he has no shame(A practice of his ...
Meanwhile the new-baptized, who yet remainedAt Jordan with the Baptist, and had seenHim whom they heard so late expressly calledJesus ...
He? why, a tall Franconian strong and young, Brown as a walnut the first frost hath hulled; A soul of full endeavor ...
Look where we worship. We all live in the city.The city forms- often physically, but inevitablypsychically- a circle. A Game. ...
So spake the Son of God; and Satan stoodA while as mute, confounded what to say,What to reply, confuted and ...
Who stands on that cliff, like a figure of stone,Unmoving and tall in the light of the sky,Where the spray ...
Reft of thy sons, amid thy foes forlorn,Mourn, widow'd Queen, forgotten Sion, mourn!Is this thy place, sad city, this thy ...
God only can heal the bruised spirit, and yieldPeace. By the overthrown altar of a fane,Foundation shattered, which from faith ...
Cupido, unto whos commandementThe gentil kinrede of goddes on hyAnd peple infernal been obedient,And the mortel folk seruen bisyly,Of goddesse ...
Of Mr George Ruthven the tears and mournings,Amidst the giddie course of fortune's turnings,Upon his dear friend's death, Mr John ...
' I am Ymaginatif,' quod he, 'ydel was I nevere,Though I sitte by myself, in siknesse nor in helthe.I have ...
ALL, who wou'd ease and happiness obtain,And wish in health and wealth and peace to live,Must, whilst they in this ...
Is this a dream?—-another dream,Like that which stole my senses first,Which sparkled o'er my life's dull stream,By idle, erring fancy ...
I.1IT was a fever, they tell me: to me 'twas a sleep and a waking;Yet not a sleep without dreams: ...
And while he spoke there was a noise without;The curtains of the door were flung aside,And some with heavy feet ...
I.Leaving his mountain eyrie far behind, On mighty pinions swiftly borne away, The eagle bathes his plumage in the day—Such flight is ...
'Thus do the generations of the earth Go to the grave and issue from the womb, Surviving still the imperishable change That renovates ...
He was a man with wide and patient eyes,Grey, like the drift of twitch-fires blown in June,That, without fearing, searched ...
A DEMOCRATIC ODEITHE WILD-BEESAll along the Brazos river,All along the Colorado,In the valleys and the lowlandsWhere the trees were tall ...
Yet, Freedom, yet, thy banner, torn but flying,Streams like a thunder-storm against the wind.--BYRON.I.A glorious people vibrated againThe lightning of ...
This is a very pleasant sight,—The Moslems thronging to the squareThat lies before their house of prayer!Through narrow streets, that ...
NEAR to the bank of the river, o'ershadowed by oaks, from whose branchesGarlands of Spanish moss and of mystic mistletoe ...
A. I. I am the Lord thy God, supreme in pow'r, For tender mercy and compassion known: Then, on thy life, no ...
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