Bell's British Theatre: Comus, by J. Milton. ... Love in a village, by I. Bickerstaff[e1797 |
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Σελίδα xii
... strike the gen'rous heart ; Praise the sublime , o'erlook the mortal part : Be there your judgment , here your candour shewn ; Small is our portion — and we wish ' twere none . B Bacchanals , Naiads , Spirits , & c . xii PROLOGUE .
... strike the gen'rous heart ; Praise the sublime , o'erlook the mortal part : Be there your judgment , here your candour shewn ; Small is our portion — and we wish ' twere none . B Bacchanals , Naiads , Spirits , & c . xii PROLOGUE .
Σελίδα 39
... heart in secret gives the lie : " 6 ' Nay , slander'd innocence must feel a peace , " An inward peace , which flatter'd guilt ne'er knew . " F. Wom . Oh ! how unseemly shews in blooming youth Such grey severity ! . -But come with us ...
... heart in secret gives the lie : " 6 ' Nay , slander'd innocence must feel a peace , " An inward peace , which flatter'd guilt ne'er knew . " F. Wom . Oh ! how unseemly shews in blooming youth Such grey severity ! . -But come with us ...
Σελίδα 44
... heart ! too true my fears . Spi . " Amaz'd I stood , harrow'd with griefand fear , " And O ! poor hapless nightingale , thought I , " How sweet thou sing'st , how near the deadly snare ! Then down the lawns I ran with headlong haste ...
... heart ! too true my fears . Spi . " Amaz'd I stood , harrow'd with griefand fear , " And O ! poor hapless nightingale , thought I , " How sweet thou sing'st , how near the deadly snare ! Then down the lawns I ran with headlong haste ...
Σελίδα 48
... heart - easing Mirth , Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more , To ivy - crowned Bacchus bore . Haste thee nymph and bring with thee Jest and youthful jollity , Quips and cranks , and wanton wiles , Nods and becks ...
... heart - easing Mirth , Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more , To ivy - crowned Bacchus bore . Haste thee nymph and bring with thee Jest and youthful jollity , Quips and cranks , and wanton wiles , Nods and becks ...
Σελίδα 51
... hearts , Dips in gall his pointed darts ; But the nymph disdains to pine ; Who bathes the wound with rosy wine . Farewell lovers , when they're cloy'd ; If I am scorn'd , because enjoy'd , Sure the squeamish fops are free To rid me of ...
... hearts , Dips in gall his pointed darts ; But the nymph disdains to pine ; Who bathes the wound with rosy wine . Farewell lovers , when they're cloy'd ; If I am scorn'd , because enjoy'd , Sure the squeamish fops are free To rid me of ...
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Σελίδα 47 - Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings, And the night-raven sings ; There, under ebon shades and low-browed rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Σελίδα 34 - So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity, that, when a soul is found sincerely so, a thousand. liveried angels lackey her, driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, and, in clear dream and solemn vision, tell her of things that no gross ear can hear...
Σελίδα 34 - Till all be made immortal : but when lust, By unchaste looks, loose gestures, and foul talk, But most by lewd and lavish act of sin, Lets in defilement to the inward parts, The soul grows clotted by contagion, Imbodies, and imbrutes, till she quite lose The divine property of her first being.
Σελίδα 31 - Virtue could see to do what virtue would By her own radiant light, though sun and moon Were in the flat sea sunk. And Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude ; Where, with her best nurse, Contemplation, She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impair'd. He that has light within his own clear breast, May sit i...
Σελίδα 66 - And from thence can soar as soon To the corners of the moon. Mortals, that would follow me, Love Virtue ; she alone is free. She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heaven itself would stoop to her.
Σελίδα 32 - That musing meditation most affects The pensive secrecy of desert cell, Far from the cheerful haunt of men and herds, And sits as safe as in a senate-house ; For who would rob a hermit of his weeds, His few books, or his beads, or maple dish...
Σελίδα 56 - Wherefore did Nature pour her bounties forth With such a full and unwithdrawing hand, Covering the earth with odours, fruits and flocks, Thronging the seas with spawn innumerable, But all to please, and sate the curious taste...
Σελίδα 48 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Σελίδα 23 - My best guide now : methought it was the sound Of riot and ill-managed merriment, Such as the jocund flute, or gamesome pipe, Stirs up among the loose unletter'd hinds, When, for their teeming flocks, and granges full, In wanton dance they praise the bounteous Pan, And thank the gods amiss.
Σελίδα 44 - I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of Death...