The Lyric and Dramatic Poems of John MiltonH. Holt and Company, 1901 - 345 страници |
Други издания - Преглед на всички
Често срещани думи и фрази
Æschylus Arcades beauty Ben Jonson blind brothers called charms Chorus Circumcision Comus Dagon Dalila dance dark daughter death doth doubtless dramatic Earl of Bridgewater edition editors enemies Euripides eyes fair feast foes give goddess gods Greek hand Harapha hast hath head Heaven honour Il Penseroso Jonson Keightley L'All L'Allegro Lady Latin live lords Lycidas Manoa mask Masson meaning melancholy Milton mind mortal Muse Nazarite night Nightingale nymph passage passion peace Penseroso perhaps Philistines play poem poet poetry praise probably reading reference rhyme Samson Agonistes scene seems Semichorus sense Shakespeare shepherd sight sing solemn song sonnet Sophocles soul speak speech spelling spheres Spirit stanza star story strength suggests tell thee things thou thought thyself tion tragedy UNIVERSITY CARRIER Verity verse virtue Warton word youth ΙΟ
Популярни откъси
Страница 43 - 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 hallowed haunt.
Страница 93 - Lycidas? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream-- Ay me! I fondly dream, Had ye been there; for what could that have done?
Страница 44 - And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Страница 97 - 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 96 - Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world ; Or whether thou, to our moist vows denied, Sleep'st by the fable of Bellerus old, 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 42 - The story of Cambuscan bold, Of Camball, and of Algarsife, And who had Canace to wife, That owned the virtuous ring and glass, And of the wondrous horse of brass On which the Tartar king did ride; And if aught else great bards beside In sage and solemn tunes have sung, Of turneys, and of trophies hung, Of forests, and enchantments drear, Where more is meant than meets the ear.
Страница 57 - Or ounce, or tiger, hog, or bearded goat, All other parts remaining as they were ; And they, so perfect is their misery, Not once perceive their foul disfigurement, But boast themselves more comely than before ; And all their friends and native home forget, To roll with pleasure in a sensual sty.
Страница 19 - For if such holy song Enwrap our fancy long, Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold; And speckled vanity Will sicken soon and die, And leprous sin will melt from earthly mould; And Hell itself will pass away, And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day.
Страница 118 - To daily fraud, contempt, abuse and wrong, Within doors, or without, still as a fool, In power of others, never in my own ; Scarce half I seem to 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 I thus bereaved thy prime decree?
Страница 38 - 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 link-ed 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...