The poetical works of John Milton, with the life of the author by S. Johnson, Объемы 3-41807 |
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... doth this grandeur and majestic show Of luxury , though call'd magnificence , More than of arms before , allure mine eye , Much less my mind ; though thou should'st add to tell 110 Their sumptuous gluttonies , and gorgeous feasts On ...
... doth this grandeur and majestic show Of luxury , though call'd magnificence , More than of arms before , allure mine eye , Much less my mind ; though thou should'st add to tell 110 Their sumptuous gluttonies , and gorgeous feasts On ...
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... doth hold . And the gilded ear of Day , His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream , And the slope Sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole , Pacing toward the other goal Of his chamber in the East . Meanwhile ...
... doth hold . And the gilded ear of Day , His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream , And the slope Sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole , Pacing toward the other goal Of his chamber in the East . Meanwhile ...
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... doth enrich these downs is worth a thought To this my errand , and the care it brought . But , O my virgin Lady , where is she ? How chance she is not in your company ? E. BRO . To tell thee sadly , Shepherd , without Or our neglect ...
... doth enrich these downs is worth a thought To this my errand , and the care it brought . But , O my virgin Lady , where is she ? How chance she is not in your company ? E. BRO . To tell thee sadly , Shepherd , without Or our neglect ...
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... doth bend , And from thence can soar as soon To the corners of the moon . Mortals that would follow me , Love Virtue , she alone is free , She can teach you how to climb Higher than the sphery chime ; Or if Virtue feeble were , Heav'n ...
... doth bend , And from thence can soar as soon To the corners of the moon . Mortals that would follow me , Love Virtue , she alone is free , She can teach you how to climb Higher than the sphery chime ; Or if Virtue feeble were , Heav'n ...
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... doth rise ; Then to come in spite of Sorrow , And at my window bid good morrow , Through the sweet - briar , or the vine , Or the twisted eglantine : While the cock with lively din Scatters the rear of Darkness thin , And to the stack ...
... doth rise ; Then to come in spite of Sorrow , And at my window bid good morrow , Through the sweet - briar , or the vine , Or the twisted eglantine : While the cock with lively din Scatters the rear of Darkness thin , And to the stack ...
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Amor angels Arethuse arms Atque behold bright cataphracts Chebar CHOR clouds Comus Dagon dark death didst divine dost doth dread earth enemies eyes fair fame father fear feast foes glorious glory gods Hæc hand hath head hear heard Heav'n heav'nly holy honour ipse Israel Jehovah Jove kings Lady light live Locrine Lord loud Lycidas Manoah mihi MILTON morning mortal Muse never night numbers numina nymph o'er once P. L. iv P. L. vii P. L. x P. L. xi PARADISE REGAIN'D peace Philistines praise Psalm quæ quid reply'd round Samson Samson Agonistes shades shalt shame Shepherd sing solemn Son of God song sorrow soul spirits strength sweet thee thence thine things thou thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi virgin virtue wild wilt winds wings words
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Стр. 192 - 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
Стр. 186 - Euphrosyne, And by men, heart-easing Mirth, Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore...
Стр. 190 - 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...
Стр. 146 - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast; no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame; nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
Стр. 197 - And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Стр. 188 - Where the great sun begins his state, Rob'd in flames, and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale, Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Стр. 35 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail bounteous May that dost inspire Mirth and youth, and warm desire; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish...
Стр. 30 - FLY, envious Time, till thou run out thy race ; Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours, Whose speed is but the heavy plummet's pace ; And glut thyself with what thy womb devours, Which is no more than what is false and vain, And merely mortal dross ; So little is our loss, So little is thy gain.