 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1836 - 336 lapas
...Heav'n doth show, And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old Experience do attain To something like prophetic strain. These pleasures, Melancholy, give, And I with thee will choose to live. ON HIS BLINDNESS. WHEN I consider how my light is spout Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,... | |
 | Fitz-Greene Halleck - 1840 - 372 lapas
...heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain. These pleasures, Melancholy, give, And I with thee will choose to live. YET once more, oh ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never-sere, I come to pluck... | |
 | Louise Colet - 1840 - 396 lapas
...heaven doth show, And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.— These pleasures, Melancholy, give. And I with thee will choose to live.— MILTON ( // Penseroso]. Le marbre le plus pur créé par Michel-Ange Est un jeune guerrier triste et... | |
 | John Aikin - 1841 - 840 lapas
...Heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew; Till old experience do attain To something like lephant : wisest of brutes ! О truly wise! with gentle might endow'd, Though powerful, n LYCIDAS. YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never-sere, I come... | |
 | Book - 1841 - 164 lapas
...heav'n doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain — These pleasures, Melancholy, give, And I with thee will choose to live. \3tnit of JBtfnft srturrti. THE solid joys of human kind Are those that flow from peace of mind ; For... | |
 | John Milton - 1843 - 364 lapas
...heaven doth show, And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain. These pleasures, Melancholy, give, And I with thee will choose to live. O NIGHTINGALE, that on yon bloomy spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still ; Thou with fresh... | |
 | John Aikin - 1843 - 826 lapas
...Heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To something like ht LYCIDAS. YET once more, 0 ye laurels, and once more. Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never-sere, I come... | |
 | English poetry - 1844 - 110 lapas
...Heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain. These pleasures, Melancholy, give, And I with thee will choose to live. MILTON. ODE ON THE NATIVITY. THIS is the month, and this the happy morn, Wherein the Son of Heaven's... | |
 | Joseph Payne - 1845 - 490 lapas
...heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain. These pleasures, Melancholy, give, And I with thee will choose to live. EXTRACTS FROM PARADISE LOST.3 THE EXORDIUM. Or Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 lapas
...heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain. These pleasures, Melancholy, give, And I with thee will choose to live. He puts the Penseroso last, as a climax ; because he prefers the pensive mood to the mirthful. I do... | |
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... ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew,... 
