Milton's Poetical Works: With Life, Critical Dissertation, and Explanatory Notes, Том 2James Nichol, 1853 |
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... Thou Spirit , who ledst this glorious eremite Into the desart , his victorious field , Against the spiritual foe , and brought'st him thence By proof the undoubted Son of God , inspire , As thou art wont , my prompted song , else mute ...
... Thou Spirit , who ledst this glorious eremite Into the desart , his victorious field , Against the spiritual foe , and brought'st him thence By proof the undoubted Son of God , inspire , As thou art wont , my prompted song , else mute ...
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... thou shalt behold , Thou and all Angels conversant on earth With man or men's affairs , how I begin To verify that solemn message , late On which I sent thee to the Virgin pure In Galilee , that she should bear a son , Great in renown ...
... thou shalt behold , Thou and all Angels conversant on earth With man or men's affairs , how I begin To verify that solemn message , late On which I sent thee to the Virgin pure In Galilee , that she should bear a son , Great in renown ...
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... thou art no son of mortal man ; Though men esteem thee low of parentage , Thy Father is the Eternal King who rules All Heaven and Earth , Angels and sons of men ; A messenger from God foretold thy birth Conceiv'd in me a virgin ; he ...
... thou art no son of mortal man ; Though men esteem thee low of parentage , Thy Father is the Eternal King who rules All Heaven and Earth , Angels and sons of men ; A messenger from God foretold thy birth Conceiv'd in me a virgin ; he ...
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... thou be the Son of God , command That out of these hard stones be made thee bread , So shalt thou save thyself , and us relieve With food , whereof we wretched seldom taste . He ended , and the Son of God replied . Think'st thou such ...
... thou be the Son of God , command That out of these hard stones be made thee bread , So shalt thou save thyself , and us relieve With food , whereof we wretched seldom taste . He ended , and the Son of God replied . Think'st thou such ...
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... thou art serviceable to Heaven's King . Wilt thou impute to obedience what thy fear Extorts , or pleasure to do ill excites ? What but thy malice mov'd thee to misdeem Of righteous Job , then cruelly to afflict him With all inflictions ...
... thou art serviceable to Heaven's King . Wilt thou impute to obedience what thy fear Extorts , or pleasure to do ill excites ? What but thy malice mov'd thee to misdeem Of righteous Job , then cruelly to afflict him With all inflictions ...
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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...