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These of a truth were in might the supreme of the children of mankind; Mightiest they upon earth and with mightiest foes they contended, Centaurs nurs'd in the hills, whom in terrible ruin they trampled. These, the allies of my youth, when I first adventur'd from Pylos, Far from the Apian land, being call'd of themselves for a comrade.
Who doth not see that the integrity of the metaphor requires we should read "flames of her own youth." Warburton. Who does not see that upon such principles there is no end of correction. ACT III. SCENE i. Thou art not noble: For all th' accommodations, that thou bear'st Are nurs'd by baseness. Dr.
The conflict between the old cavalier world the years of gaiety and festivity of a splendid and pleasure-loving court, and the new puritan world into which love and pleasure were not to enter this conflict which was commencing in the social life of England, is also begun in Milton's own breast, and is reflected in Lycidas. For we were nurs'd upon the self-same hill.
Upon which Lycas that knew me very well, as much satisfied as he had heard my voice, ran to me, and taking my other parts on content, sed contiguo ad inguina mea luminibus deflexis movit officiosam manum "your servant Encolpius," says he, "'twill be no wonder how Euryclea that nurs'd Ulysses, at his return after twenty years absence, shou'd know him by a scar on his forehead, when 'tis consider'd, the most discreet Lycas, not beholden to the marks of any seen part of the body, so judiciously discover'd me by the most hid:" Tryphoena, having cheated herself into a belief that those marks of slavery we wore on our foreheads were real, wept; and began in a low voice, to inquire what prison cou'd stop us in our rambles; or whose cruel hands cou'd finish such a punishment without reluctancy.
"The wanton troopers riding by Have shot my fawn, and it will die. Ungentle men! they cannot thrive who killed thee. Thou ne'er didst alive Them any harm: alas! nor could Thy death yet do them any good. . . . . . With sweetest milk and sugar, first I it at my own fingers nurs'd; And as it grew, so every day It wax'd more sweet and white than they. It had so sweet a breath!
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