 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 I...  A Practical Grammar of the English Language - Page 266by Noble Butler - 1879 - 288 pagesFull view - About this book
 | British and foreign sailors' society - 1879 - 398 pages
...to her great, great, great grandfather these lines — Cyriac, this three years day these eyes, tho' clear To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Not to their idle orbs doth sight appear, Of sun, or moon, or star throughout the year, Or man, or... | |
 | Charles Valentine De Grice - Authors, English - 1836 - 322 pages
...sublime philosophy as it flows from his own lips: — Cyriac, this three years day, these eyes tho' clear To outward view of blemish or of spot, Bereft...jot Of heart or hope ; but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, Friend, to have lost them overply'd... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - Authors, English - 1836 - 422 pages
...sublime philosophy as it flows from his own lips: — Cyriac, this three years day, these eyes tho' clear To outward view of blemish or of spot, Bereft...jot Of heart or hope ; but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, Friend, to have lost them ovcrply'd... | |
 | Robert Walsh - Serial publications - 1836 - 522 pages
...vengeance of the Almighty. Then let either of the sonnets addressed to Cyriac Skinner be read. "Cyriac, this three years day these eyes, though clear, To...the year, Or man or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heav'n's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope ; but still bear up and steer Right onward.... | |
 | Jared Sparks, James Russell Lowell, Edward Everett, Henry Cabot Lodge - American fiction - 1836 - 588 pages
...animating influence of cultivated society, touch no responsive chord in their hardened natures. For they, " Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot, Nor to...moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman." They think every hour given to the calls of friendship, or the amenities of life, lost to the world... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Criticism - 1984 - 860 pages
...cheered, yet cheered only by the prophetic faith of two or three solitary individuals, he did nevertheless Argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope: but still bore up and steer'd Right onward.3 From others only do we derive our knowledge that Milton, in his... | |
 | John Joseph Craven, Edward K. Eckert - Biography & Autobiography - 1987 - 252 pages
...these idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or stars, throughout the year, Or man, or unman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor...jot Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer Right onward.^ •CHAPTER 6' Operations on the Southern Coast. — Davis Hears that he is Indicted... | |
 | Robert Thomas Fallon - Literary Criticism - 2010 - 309 pages
...to the government he served. 2 THE COMMONWEALTH After the Darkness Yet I argue not Against heav'n's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer Right onward. (Sonner 22) It is ironic that just as the English Republic had set its domestic house... | |
 | Kevin P. Van Anglen - Literary Criticism - 1993 - 280 pages
...well characterize Very's position as a poet-priest of the waning New England dominant class: Cyriack, this three years' day these eyes, though clear To...the year, Or man or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heav'n's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward. What... | |
 | John Franklin Jameson - Biography & Autobiography - 1993 - 470 pages
...the words with which Milton, in the second sonnet to Cyriack Skinner, speaks of the loss of his eyes: Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor...jot Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask? The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied... | |
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