The Poetical Works of John Milton, Том 2S. Andrus, 1852 |
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... 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 Above heroic , though in ...
... 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 Above heroic , though in ...
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... thence to be more pure , but to receive The testimony of Heaven , that who he is Thenceforth the nations may not doubt . I saw The prophet do him reverence ; on him , rising Out of the water , heaven above the clouds Unfold her crystal ...
... thence to be more pure , but to receive The testimony of Heaven , that who he is Thenceforth the nations may not doubt . I saw The prophet do him reverence ; on him , rising Out of the water , heaven above the clouds Unfold her crystal ...
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... thence to do What might be public good ; myself I thought Born to that end , born to promote all truth , All righteous things ; therefore , above my years , The law of God I read , and found it sweet ; Made it my whole delight , and in ...
... thence to do What might be public good ; myself I thought Born to that end , born to promote all truth , All righteous things ; therefore , above my years , The law of God I read , and found it sweet ; Made it my whole delight , and in ...
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... Thence into Egypt , till the murderous king Were dead , who sought his life , and , missing , fill'd With infant blood the streets of Bethlehem ; From Egypt home return'd , in Nazareth Hath been our dwelling many years ; his life ...
... Thence into Egypt , till the murderous king Were dead , who sought his life , and , missing , fill'd With infant blood the streets of Bethlehem ; From Egypt home return'd , in Nazareth Hath been our dwelling many years ; his life ...
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... fare , aim'd not beyond Higher design than to enjoy his state ; Thence to the bait of women lay exposed : But he , whom we attempt , is wiser far Than Solomon , of more exalted mind , Made and PARADISE REGAINED - BOOK II . 35.
... fare , aim'd not beyond Higher design than to enjoy his state ; Thence to the bait of women lay exposed : But he , whom we attempt , is wiser far Than Solomon , of more exalted mind , Made and PARADISE REGAINED - BOOK II . 35.
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Страница 207 - Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake Creep and intrude and climb into the fold ! Of other care they little reckoning make Than how to scramble at the shearers...
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!