Milton's Poetical Works: With Life, Critical Dissertation, and Explanatory Notes, Том 2James Nichol, 1853 |
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... peace destroy ; Then swell with pride , and must be titled gods , Great benefactors of mankind , deliverers , Worshipp'd with temple , priest , and sacrifice ? One1 is the Son of Jove , of Mars the other ; 2 Till conquerour Death ...
... peace destroy ; Then swell with pride , and must be titled gods , Great benefactors of mankind , deliverers , Worshipp'd with temple , priest , and sacrifice ? One1 is the Son of Jove , of Mars the other ; 2 Till conquerour Death ...
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... peace ! Thus pass'd the night so foul , till Morning fair Came forth , with pilgrim steps , in amice grey ; 1 Who with her radiant finger still'd the roar Of thunder , chas'd the clouds , and laid the winds , And grisly spectres , which ...
... peace ! Thus pass'd the night so foul , till Morning fair Came forth , with pilgrim steps , in amice grey ; 1 Who with her radiant finger still'd the roar Of thunder , chas'd the clouds , and laid the winds , And grisly spectres , which ...
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... peace , I must not quarrel with the will Of highest dispensation , which herein Haply had ends above my reach to know : Suffices that to me strength is my bane , And proves the source of all my miseries ; So many , and so huge , that ...
... peace , I must not quarrel with the will Of highest dispensation , which herein Haply had ends above my reach to know : Suffices that to me strength is my bane , And proves the source of all my miseries ; So many , and so huge , that ...
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... peaceful end.— But who is this , what thing of sea or land ? Female of sex it seems , That so bedeck'd , ornate , and gay , Comes this way sailing Like a stately ship Of Tarsus , bound for the isles Of Javan1 or Gadire 2 With all her ...
... peaceful end.— But who is this , what thing of sea or land ? Female of sex it seems , That so bedeck'd , ornate , and gay , Comes this way sailing Like a stately ship Of Tarsus , bound for the isles Of Javan1 or Gadire 2 With all her ...
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... peace , reap nothing but repulse and hate ; Bid go with evil omen , and the brand Of infamy upon my name denounc'd ? To mix with thy concernments I desist Henceforth , nor too much disapprove my own . Fame , if not double - fac'd , is ...
... peace , reap nothing but repulse and hate ; Bid go with evil omen , and the brand Of infamy upon my name denounc'd ? To mix with thy concernments I desist Henceforth , nor too much disapprove my own . Fame , if not double - fac'd , is ...
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agni Amor ancient Angels ANTISTROPHE Arethuse arms Atque aught behold canst captive Comus cùm Dagon dark daughter death deeds deliverance didst divine dost doth dread Earl of Bridgewater earth enemies Euripides eyes fair fame fantastick Father fear feast foes friends glorious glory gods grace Hæc hand hath head hear heard Heaven holy honour ipse Israel Jesus Jove king kingdom Lady light Lord LORD BRACKLEY Lycidas malè Manoah mihi Milton mind mortal Muse never night numbers numina Nymph o'er once Ovid Paradise Lost Parthian peace Philistines poem praise quæ quid reign Samson Samson Agonistes Satan Saviour shades shalt shame Shepherd sing Son of God song soon soul spirits strength sweet Tempter thee thence thine things thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi virgin virtue wilt winds wings youth
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Стр. 177 - 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.
Стр. 166 - 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.
Стр. 171 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn, That ten day-labourers could not end ; Then lies him down the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength ; And, crop-full, out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Стр. 164 - That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring, Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string. Hence with denial vain, and coy excuse, So may some gentle Muse With lucky words favour my destin'd Urn, And as he passes turn, And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud.
Стр. 217 - WHAT needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones The labour of an age in piled stones ? Or that his hallowed reliques should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid ? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name ? Thou in our Wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
Стр. 172 - 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.
Стр. 176 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age, Ennobled hath the buskined stage. But O, sad Virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower, Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what Love did seek.
Стр. 167 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells, and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes, That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Стр. 131 - Was rife, and perfect in my listening ear, Yet nought but single darkness do I find. What might this be? A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands and shores and desert wildernesses.
Стр. 175 - Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom, 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. Or let my lamp, at midnight hour, Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft out-watch the Bear...