The Poetical Works of John Milton, Том 3William Pickering, 1832 |
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... live , dead more than half . O dark , dark , dark , amid the blaze of noon , Irrecoverably dark , total eclipse Without all hope of day ! O first created beam , and thou great Word , Let there be light , and light was over all ; Why am ...
... live , dead more than half . O dark , dark , dark , amid the blaze of noon , Irrecoverably dark , total eclipse Without all hope of day ! O first created beam , and thou great Word , Let there be light , and light was over all ; Why am ...
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... live a life half dead , a living death , And buried ; but O yet more miserable ! Myself my sepulchre , a moving grave , Buried , yet not exempt By privilege of death and burial 100 From worst of other evils , pains , and wrongs , 105 ...
... live a life half dead , a living death , And buried ; but O yet more miserable ! Myself my sepulchre , a moving grave , Buried , yet not exempt By privilege of death and burial 100 From worst of other evils , pains , and wrongs , 105 ...
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... live uxorious to thy will In perfect thraldom , how again betray me , Bearing my words and doings to the lords To gloss upon , and censuring , frown or smile ? This gaol I count the house of liberty 945 To thine , whose doors my feet ...
... live uxorious to thy will In perfect thraldom , how again betray me , Bearing my words and doings to the lords To gloss upon , and censuring , frown or smile ? This gaol I count the house of liberty 945 To thine , whose doors my feet ...
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... live the poorest in my tribe , than richest , And he in that calamitous prison left . No , I am fix'd not to part hence without him . For his redemption all my patrimony , If need be , I am ready to forego And quit not wanting him , I ...
... live the poorest in my tribe , than richest , And he in that calamitous prison left . No , I am fix'd not to part hence without him . For his redemption all my patrimony , If need be , I am ready to forego And quit not wanting him , I ...
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... lives . 1700 1705 MAN . Come , come , no time for lamentation now , Nor much more cause : Samson hath quit himself Like Samson , and heroically hath finish'd A life heroic , on his enemies 1710 Fully reveng'd , hath left them years of ...
... lives . 1700 1705 MAN . Come , come , no time for lamentation now , Nor much more cause : Samson hath quit himself Like Samson , and heroically hath finish'd A life heroic , on his enemies 1710 Fully reveng'd , hath left them years of ...
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Страница 146 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp and feast and revelry, With mask and antique pageantry, Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream. 130 Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild.
Страница 126 - Alas ! what boots it with incessant care To tend the homely slighted shepherd's trade, And strictly meditate the thankless Muse? Were it not better done, as others use, To sport with Amaryllis in the shade Or with the tangles of Neaera's hair...
Страница 169 - Nature, that heard such sound Beneath the hollow round Of Cynthia's seat the airy region thrilling, Now was almost won To think her part was done, And that her reign had here its last fulfilling: She knew such harmony alone Could hold all heaven and earth in happier union.
Страница 132 - Where the great Vision of the guarded Mount Looks toward Namancos and Bayona's hold; Look homeward Angel now, and melt with ruth : And, O ye Dolphins, waft the hapless youth.
Страница 147 - And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Страница 214 - 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 argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Страница 139 - And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
Страница 246 - LET us, with a gladsome mind, Praise the Lord, for he is kind ; For his mercies aye endure, Ever faithful, ever sure.
Страница 215 - The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which all Europe rings from side to side. This thought might lead me through the world's vain mask Content, though blind, had I no better guide.
Страница 137 - Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm To bless the doors from nightly harm.