The Poetical Works of John Milton, Том 2S. Andrus, 1852 |
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... foe , and brought'st him thence By proof the undoubted Son of God , inspire , As thou art wont , my prompted song , else mute , And bear through height or depth of nature's bounds , With prosperous wing full summ'd , to tell of deeds ...
... foe , and brought'st him thence By proof the undoubted Son of God , inspire , As thou art wont , my prompted song , else mute , And bear through height or depth of nature's bounds , With prosperous wing full summ'd , to tell of deeds ...
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... foes , By humiliation and strong sufferance : His weakness shall o'ercome Satanic strength , And all the world , and mass of sinful flesh ; That all the angels and ethereal powers , They now , and men hereafter , may discern From what ...
... foes , By humiliation and strong sufferance : His weakness shall o'ercome Satanic strength , And all the world , and mass of sinful flesh ; That all the angels and ethereal powers , They now , and men hereafter , may discern From what ...
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... foe To all mankind : why should I ? they to me Never did wrong or violence : by them I lost not what I lost , rather by them I gain'd what I have gain'd , and with them dwell , Copartner in these regions of the world , If not PARADISE ...
... foe To all mankind : why should I ? they to me Never did wrong or violence : by them I lost not what I lost , rather by them I gain'd what I have gain'd , and with them dwell , Copartner in these regions of the world , If not PARADISE ...
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... foes pronounced , glory he exacts . " To whom our Saviour fervently replied : " And reason ; since his word all things produced , Though chiefly not for glory as prime end , But to show forth his goodness , and impart His good ...
... foes pronounced , glory he exacts . " To whom our Saviour fervently replied : " And reason ; since his word all things produced , Though chiefly not for glory as prime end , But to show forth his goodness , and impart His good ...
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... foes . But who are these ? for with joint pace I hear The tread of many feet steering this way ; Perhaps my enemies , who come to stare At my affliction , and perhaps to insult ; Their daily practice to afflict me more . Enter CHORUS ...
... foes . But who are these ? for with joint pace I hear The tread of many feet steering this way ; Perhaps my enemies , who come to stare At my affliction , and perhaps to insult ; Their daily practice to afflict me more . Enter CHORUS ...
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aëre agni Amor angels ANTISTROPHE Atque aught behold canst choro cœli cœlo Comus Dagon dark death deeds Deûm didst divine domino jam domum impasti dost doth dread earth enemies etiam eyes fair fame father fear feast foes fræna glorious glory gods habet Hæc hand hath hear heard heaven hinc holy honour igne illa ille ipse Israel jam non vacat Jesus kings Lady Lord lumina Lycidas malè Manoah mihi mortal night numbers numina Nunc nymphs o'er Olympo PARADISE REGAINED peace Philistines praise PSALM Quà quæ quid quoque reign round sæpe Sams Samson Satan Saviour shades shalt shame shepherd sing Son of God song soul spirits strength sweet tempter thee thence thine things thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi truth Tu quoque ulmo urbe virgin virtue voice wilt
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Страница 206 - Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next, Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe. "Ah! who hath reft," quoth he, "my dearest pledge?
Страница 220 - Or let my lamp, at midnight hour, Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft out-watch the Bear, With thrice great Hermes, or unsphere The spirit of Plato to unfold What worlds, or what vast regions hold The immortal mind, that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook...
Страница 216 - But hail! thou Goddess sage and holy! Hail, divinest Melancholy! Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight, And therefore to our weaker view O'erlaid with black, staid Wisdom's hue; Black, but such as in esteem Prince Memnon's...
Страница 168 - And Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude ; Where, with her best nurse, Contemplation, She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impair'd. He that has light within his own clear breast, May sit i...
Страница 238 - She woos the gentle air To hide her guilty front with innocent snow, And on her naked shame, Pollute with sinful blame, The saintly veil of maiden white to throw; Confounded, that her Maker's eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities.
Страница 213 - While the cock, with lively din, Scatters the rear of darkness thin, And to the stack, or the barn-door, Stoutly struts his dames before. Oft listening how the hounds and horn Cheerly rouse the slumbering morn, From the side of some hoar hill, .Through the high wood echoing shrill.
Страница 222 - Or the unseen Genius of the wood. But let my due feet never fail To walk the studious cloister's pale, And love the high embowed roof, With antique pillars...
Страница 216 - Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys! Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
Страница 159 - Their merry wakes and pastimes keep : What hath night to do with sleep? Night hath better sweets to prove; Venus now wakes, and wakens Love. Come, let us our rites begin; Tis only daylight that makes sin, Which these dun shades will ne'er report. Hail, goddess of nocturnal sport, Dark-veil'd Cotytto, to whom the secret flame Of midnight torches burns!