human
Who reads Incessantly, and to his reading brings not A spirit and judgment equal or superior (And what he brings what need he elsewhere seek?) Uncertain and unsettled still remains? Deep versed in books and shallow in himself.
gpt
The field, all iron, cast a gleaming brown.
human
Morning fair Came forth with pilgrim steps in amice gray.
gpt
I have lately read his Samson, which has more of the antique spirit than any production of any other modern poet. He is very great. Thus Goethe to Eckermann, in his old age. The period of life is noticeable, for
human
Samson Agonistes is an old man's poem as respects author and reader alike. There is much to repel, little to attract a young reader; no wonder that Macaulay, fresh from college, put it so far below
gpt
Comus, to which the more mature taste is disposed to equal it. It is related to the earlier work as sculpture is to painting, but sculpture of the severest school, all sinewy strength; studious, above all, of impressive truth.
human
Beyond these an ancient fisherman and a rock are fashioned, a rugged rock, whereon with might and main the old man drags a great net from his cast, as one that labours stoutly. Thou wouldest say that he is fishing with all the might of his limbs, so big the sinews swell all about his neck, grey-haired though he is, but his strength is as the strength of youth. [9] Behold here the Milton of
gpt
Samson Agonistes,