Milton's Poetical Works: With Life, Critical Dissertation, and Explanatory Notes, Том 2J. Nichol, 1853 |
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... hear more of his conversation ; but is answered , that this must be as he shall find permission from above . Satan then disappears , and the Book closes with a short description of night coming on in the desert . I , WHO erewhile the ...
... hear more of his conversation ; but is answered , that this must be as he shall find permission from above . Satan then disappears , and the Book closes with a short description of night coming on in the desert . I , WHO erewhile the ...
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... hear What from without comes often to my ears , Ill sorting with my present state compar'd ! When I was yet a child , no childish play To me was pleasing ; all my mind was set Serious to learn and know , and thence to do , What might be ...
... hear What from without comes often to my ears , Ill sorting with my present state compar'd ! When I was yet a child , no childish play To me was pleasing ; all my mind was set Serious to learn and know , and thence to do , What might be ...
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... Jordan honour'd so , and call'd the Son Of God I saw and heard , for we sometimes Who dwell this wild , constrain'd by want , come forth To town or village nigh ( nighest is far ) , Where aught we hear , and curious are to hear BOOK I. 13.
... Jordan honour'd so , and call'd the Son Of God I saw and heard , for we sometimes Who dwell this wild , constrain'd by want , come forth To town or village nigh ( nighest is far ) , Where aught we hear , and curious are to hear BOOK I. 13.
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... hear , and curious are to hear What happens new ; fame also finds us out . To whom the Son of God : Who brought me hither , Will bring me hence ; no other guide I seek . By miracle he may , replied the swain ; What other way I see not ...
... hear , and curious are to hear What happens new ; fame also finds us out . To whom the Son of God : Who brought me hither , Will bring me hence ; no other guide I seek . By miracle he may , replied the swain ; What other way I see not ...
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... hear attent Thy wisdom , and behold thy God - like deeds ? Men generally think me much a foe To all mankind : why should I ? they to me Never did wrong or violence ; by them I lost not what I lost , rather by them I gain'd what I have ...
... hear attent Thy wisdom , and behold thy God - like deeds ? Men generally think me much a foe To all mankind : why should I ? they to me Never did wrong or violence ; by them I lost not what I lost , rather by them I gain'd what I have ...
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agni Amor Angels ANTISTROPHE Atque bright Comus cùm Dagon dark death deep didst divine domino jam domum impasti dost doth dread earth enemies Euripides eyes fair fame fantastick Father fear feast foes fræna friends genius glorious glory Hæc hand hath head hear heard Heaven holy honour illa ille ipse Israel jam non vacat king Lady light Lord loud Lycidas malè mihi Milton modò mortal Muse musick never night numbers numina Nunc o'er Olympo once Paradise Paradise Lost peace Philistines poem praise PSALM quæ quid quoque sæpe Samson Samson Agonistes Satan Saviour shades shalt Shepherd sing Son of God song soul Spirit St Paul's School strength sweet Tempter thee thence things thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi truth Tu quoque ulmo virgin virtue voice wilt wings words
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Стр. 183 - 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. 170 - 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. 177 - 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. 175 - To hear the lark begin his flight And singing startle the dull night From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise ; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow Through the sweetbriar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
Стр. 168 - 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. 181 - Gently o'er the accustomed oak. Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy! Thee, chauntress, oft the woods among I woo, to hear thy even-song; And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green. To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon. Like one that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud.
Стр. 199 - This is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring; For so the holy sages once did sing That he our deadly forfeit should release, And with his Father work us a perpetual peace.
Стр. 172 - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears ; Bid Amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffadillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Стр. 178 - 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. 215 - With saintly shout and solemn jubilee ; Where the bright Seraphim in burning row Their loud uplifted angel-trumpets blow ; And the Cherubic host in thousand quires Touch their immortal harps of golden wires, With those just Spirits that wear victorious palms, Hymns devout and holy psalms Singing everlastingly...