The Poetical Works of John Milton: To which is Prefixed a Biography of the AuthorAppleton, 1868 - 574 страници |
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... flight dost soar aloft With plume so strong , so equal , and so soft . The bird named from that paradise you sing So never flags , but always keeps on wing . Where couldst thou words of such a compass find ? INTRODUCTION . 15.
... flight dost soar aloft With plume so strong , so equal , and so soft . The bird named from that paradise you sing So never flags , but always keeps on wing . Where couldst thou words of such a compass find ? INTRODUCTION . 15.
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... wing display , And boast his ruinous career , For Virtue rescued from his sway His injuries may cease to fear ; Since all events , that claim remembrance , find A chronicle exact in thy capacious mind . Give me , that I may praise thy ...
... wing display , And boast his ruinous career , For Virtue rescued from his sway His injuries may cease to fear ; Since all events , that claim remembrance , find A chronicle exact in thy capacious mind . Give me , that I may praise thy ...
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... wings outspread , Dove - like sat'st brooding on the vast abyss , And mad'st it pregnant . What in me is dark , Illumine ; what is low , raise and support ; That to the height of this great argument I may assert Eternal Providence , And ...
... wings outspread , Dove - like sat'st brooding on the vast abyss , And mad'st it pregnant . What in me is dark , Illumine ; what is low , raise and support ; That to the height of this great argument I may assert Eternal Providence , And ...
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... Wing'd with red lightning and impetuous rage , Perhaps hath spent his shafts , and ceases now To bellow through the vast and boundless deep . Let us not slip the occasion , whether scorn , Or satiate fury , yield it from our foe . Seest ...
... Wing'd with red lightning and impetuous rage , Perhaps hath spent his shafts , and ceases now To bellow through the vast and boundless deep . Let us not slip the occasion , whether scorn , Or satiate fury , yield it from our foe . Seest ...
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... ' the midst a horrid vale . Then with expanded wings he steers his flight Aloft , incumbent on the dusky air , That felt unusual weight ; till on dry land 227 He lights , if it were land that ever burn'd 48 [ B. I MILTON'S POETICAL WORKS .
... ' the midst a horrid vale . Then with expanded wings he steers his flight Aloft , incumbent on the dusky air , That felt unusual weight ; till on dry land 227 He lights , if it were land that ever burn'd 48 [ B. I MILTON'S POETICAL WORKS .
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Adam agni amorous angels appear'd arm'd arms aught beast behold bliss bright call'd cherubim cloud COMUS Dagon dark death deeds deep delight didst divine doth dread dwell earth eternal evil eyes fair faith Father fear fræna fruit glorious glory gods grace Hæc hand happy hast hath heard heart Heaven heavenly Hell hill honor ipse Israel John Milton join'd King lest light live Lord Lycidas MANOAH Messiah mihi Milton mortal night numina o'er Paradise Lost PARADISE REGAINED pass'd peace Philistines poems praise quæ reign return'd round SAMSON SAMSON AGONISTES Satan seem'd serpent shade shalt sight Son of God song soon soul spake spirits stood strength sweet taste thee thence thine things thither thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi tree Tu quoque turn'd vex'd virtue voice whence wings wonder
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Страница 413 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides...
Страница 415 - Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. 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 45 - A dungeon horrible, on all sides round As one great furnace flamed, yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible Served only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes That comes to all; but torture without end Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed With ever-burning sulphur unconsumed...
Страница 134 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty! thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair : thyself how wondrous then, Unspeakable ! who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Страница 456 - But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.
Страница 49 - Farewell, happy fields, Where joy for ever dwells! Hail, horrors! hail, Infernal World! and thou, profoundest Hell, Receive thy new possessor— one who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.
Страница 203 - Yet when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say, Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best.
Страница 106 - O thou, that, with surpassing glory crown'd, Look'st from thy sole dominion like the god Of this new world ; at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminish'd heads ; to thee I call, But with no friendly voice, and add thy name, 0 Sun ! to tell thee how I hate thy beams, That bring to my remembrance from what state 1 fell, how glorious once above thy sphere...
Страница 455 - Had ye been there," . . . for what could that have done ? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself, for her enchanting son, Whom universal nature did lament, When, by the rout that made the hideous roar, His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore? 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...
Страница 455 - What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn, Battening our flocks with the fresh dews of night ; Oft till the star, that rose at evening bright, Toward heaven's descent had sloped his westering wheel.