The Poetical Works of John Milton: With Notes of Various Authors, Том 6C. and J. Rivington; J. Cuthell; J. Nunn; J. and W.T. Clarke; Longman and Company ... [and 17 others], 1826 |
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... urbe , latemus ; Irrita nec nobis tempora veris eunt . Nos quoque lucus habet vicinâ consitus ulmo , Atque suburbani nobilis umbra loci . 50 Ver . 44. Conscia funereo pectora torre movens : ] Mr. Steevens suggests , that the allusion is ...
... urbe , latemus ; Irrita nec nobis tempora veris eunt . Nos quoque lucus habet vicinâ consitus ulmo , Atque suburbani nobilis umbra loci . 50 Ver . 44. Conscia funereo pectora torre movens : ] Mr. Steevens suggests , that the allusion is ...
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... urbe puer . Atque ubi Germanas flavere videbis arenas , Ditis ad Hamburgæ moenia flecte gradum , Dicitur occiso quæ ducere nomen ab Hamâ , Cimbrica quem fertur clava dedisse neci . Vivit ibi antiquæ clarus pietatis honore Præsul ...
... urbe puer . Atque ubi Germanas flavere videbis arenas , Ditis ad Hamburgæ moenia flecte gradum , Dicitur occiso quæ ducere nomen ab Hamâ , Cimbrica quem fertur clava dedisse neci . Vivit ibi antiquæ clarus pietatis honore Præsul ...
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... urbe Cilix . Piscosæque ipsum Gergessæ civis Iësum Finibus ingratus jussit abire suis . At tu sume animos ; nec spes cadat anxia curis , 105 Nec tua concutiat decolor ossa metus . Sis etenim quamvis fulgentibus obsitus armis ...
... urbe Cilix . Piscosæque ipsum Gergessæ civis Iësum Finibus ingratus jussit abire suis . At tu sume animos ; nec spes cadat anxia curis , 105 Nec tua concutiat decolor ossa metus . Sis etenim quamvis fulgentibus obsitus armis ...
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... Urbe ego , tu sylvâ , simul incipiamus utrique , Et simul adventum veris uterque canat . Veris Io ! rediere vices ; celebremus honores Veris , et hoc subeat Musa perennis opus . Jam sol , Æthiopas fugiens Tithoniáque arva , Flectit ad ...
... Urbe ego , tu sylvâ , simul incipiamus utrique , Et simul adventum veris uterque canat . Veris Io ! rediere vices ; celebremus honores Veris , et hoc subeat Musa perennis opus . Jam sol , Æthiopas fugiens Tithoniáque arva , Flectit ad ...
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... urbe Quirites , " Huc se de Latiâ pinu Phœbeius anguis 66 Contulit , " & c . Where see the fable at large . T. WARTON . 50 Ver . 47. Dixit ; et , aurato quatiens mucrone sagittam , Evolat in tepidos Cypridos ille sinus . ] Statius , Syl ...
... urbe Quirites , " Huc se de Latiâ pinu Phœbeius anguis 66 Contulit , " & c . Where see the fable at large . T. WARTON . 50 Ver . 47. Dixit ; et , aurato quatiens mucrone sagittam , Evolat in tepidos Cypridos ille sinus . ] Statius , Syl ...
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Страница 376 - Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves, Where other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Страница 18 - And then at last our bliss Full and perfect is, But now begins...
Страница 4 - No war, or battle's sound Was heard the world around ; The idle spear and shield were high up hung ; The hooked chariot stood Unstained with hostile blood ; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng ; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by.
Страница 147 - LET us, with a gladsome mind, Praise the Lord, for he is kind ; For his mercies aye endure, Ever faithful, ever sure.
Страница 86 - What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones, The labour of an age in piled stones ? Or that his hallowed relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid ? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name ? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
Страница 10 - Whispering new joys to the mild ocean, Who now hath quite forgot to rave, While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave. The stars, with deep amaze, Stand fix'd in steadfast gaze, Bending one way their precious influence : And will not take their flight, For all the morning light, Or Lucifer that often warn'd them thence ; But in their glimmering orbs did glow, Until their Lord himself bespake, and bid them go.
Страница 54 - Touch their immortal harps of golden wires, With those just Spirits that wear victorious palms, Hymns devout and holy psalms Singing everlastingly ; That we on Earth, with undiscording voice May rightly answer that melodious noise...
Страница 26 - Not Typhon huge ending in snaky twine : Our Babe, to show His Godhead true, Can in His swaddling bands control the damned crew.
Страница 17 - But wisest Fate says No; This must not yet be so ; The Babe yet lies in smiling infancy That on the bitter cross Must redeem our loss; So both himself and us to glorify: Yet first, to those ychain'd in sleep The wakeful trump of doom must thunder through the deep...
Страница 4 - THIS is the month, and this the happy morn, Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King, Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring ; For so the holy sages once did sing That He our deadly forfeit should release, And with his Father work us a perpetual peace.