Paradise Regain’d : Book III. (John Milton Poems)
So spake the Son of God; and Satan stoodA while as mute, confounded what to say,What to reply, confuted and ...
So spake the Son of God; and Satan stoodA while as mute, confounded what to say,What to reply, confuted and ...
If, in this Storme of joy and pompous Throng,This Nymphe (great King) come euer Thee so neareThat Thy harmonious Eares ...
The Argument.The south and North crownes ioynd by that great KingWho of all Kinges hea'uns blissinges most embraceHis works his ...
God.See Chance. Providence.Know first, that Heav'n, and Earth's compacted Frame,And flowing Waters, and the starry Flame,And both the radiant Lights ...
Now Summer with her wanton court is goneTo revel on the south side of the world,And flaunt and frolic out ...
Hence away, thou Syren, leave me!Pish! unclaspe these wanton armes;Sugred words can ne'er deceive me,(Though thou prove a thousand charmes).Fie, ...
I.That frantick errour I adore,And am confirm'd the earth turns round;Now satisfied o're and o're,As rowling waves, so flowes the ...
The Contemplation.ARGUMENT. Pango nec humanis Opus enarrabile Verbis, Quae meli?s possem Mira silendo loqui! Da, DEUS, Illa canam, quae Vox ...
Mean while loquacious Fame the News thro'--out Each Corner of the Land had spread about. The Monster Fame; by Stealth ...
When Troy towne had, for ten yeeres 'past',Withstood the Greekes in manfull wise,Then did their foes encrease soe fast,That to ...
Muse! Rise, and plume thy Feet, and let's convers This Mor'n together: Let's rehers Last Evening's Sweets; and run one ...
Carm. Lib. . Ode . Paraphrased.I. Ah! dearest Friend, the Years are flying; They flie alass! they pass away (Like ...
Amphion e'en hard Stones did move) Appease the stubborn Anger of my Love, And move her harder Heart. And thou, ...
As withereth the Primrose by the river,As fadeth Sommers-sunne from gliding fountaines;As vanisheth the light blowne bubble ever,As melteth snow ...
In ev'ry thing that happens search you mindAnd try what force, what faculties you findFor the encounter of the object ...
On the first night of the full moon, the primeval sack of ocean broke, & I gave birth to you ...
Like to the rowling of an eye, Or like a starre shott from the skye, Or like a hand upon ...
Clora come view my Soul, and tell Whether I have contriv'd it well. Now all its several lodgings lye Compos'd ...
So spake the Son of God; and Satan stood A while as mute, confounded what to say, What to reply, ...
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