 CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet...  A Compendium of English Literature: Chronologically Arranged, from Sir John ... - Página 260por Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1860 - 762 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | John Milton, Charles Symmons - 1806 - 602 páginas
...d'avoir bien rscrit—vip 26l. TO CYRIAC SKINNER. CVRIAC, this three years day, these eyes, thongh clear To outward view of blemish or of spot, , Bereft...sun, or moon, or star throughout the year, Or man or woman:—yet I argue not Against Heaven.s haud or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope; but still... | |
 | John Milton - 1809 - 534 páginas
...Skinner, grandson of the great Lord Coke, cannot be transcribed too often. TO CYRIAC SKINNER. CYRIAC, this three years day, these eyes, though clear To...Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, friend,... | |
 | John Milton - 1810 - 414 páginas
...can judge and spare ^° mteiPose them oft, is not -unwise. í lETS. l Ä7.YVÖ. XVII. TO THE SAME. CYRIACK, this three years day these eyes, though clear,...Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope ; but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask? The conscience, Friend,... | |
 | William Hayley - 1810 - 418 páginas
...disapproves that care, though wise in show, That with superfluous burden loads the day, XVII. TO THE SAME. CYRIACK, this three years day these eyes, though clear,...Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope ; but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask? The conscience, Friend,... | |
 | Charles Symmons - 1810 - 684 páginas
...read it without paying to its author the profound homage of my respect. TO CYRIAC SKINNER. CYHIAC, this three years day, these eyes, though clear To...appear Of sun, or moon, or star throughout the year, 1 Vous avez en Angleterre un aveugle, nomme Milton, qui a renom d'avoir bien escrit — vip 261 . •'... | |
 | John Milton - 1810 - 540 páginas
...that care, though wise in show, That with superfluous burden loads the day, xvn; TO THE SAME. CYBIACK, this three years day these eyes, though clear, To...Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or rnoon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will,... | |
 | Ezekiel Sanford - 1819 - 366 páginas
...SAME. CYHIAC, this three-years-day these eyes, though To outward view, of blemish or of spot, [elear, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to...Heaven's hand or will, nor bate, a jot Of heart or hope ; but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, Friend,... | |
 | 1876 - 1204 páginas
...pleasure of quoting in connection with this the famous sonnet to his friend Cyriack Skinner : — " Cyriack, this three years' day these eyes, though...Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope ; but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, friend,... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1822 - 612 páginas
...and most admired of these Sonnets, that addressed to Cyriac Skinner, on his own blindness. " Cyriac, this three years' day, these eyes, though clear, To...Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope ; but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, Friend,... | |
 | Nathan Drake - 1822 - 362 páginas
...line, to have been written in the year 1655, the era of the commencement of the Paradise Lost. Cyriac, this three years' day, these eyes, though clear To...Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope ; but still bear up, and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, friend,... | |
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