Paradise Regain'd: A Poem, in Four Books. To which is Added Samson Agonistes: and Poems Upon Several Occasions, with a Tractate of Education. The Author John MiltonJ. and R. Tonson and S. Draper; and for T. and T. Longman, S. Birt, C. Hitch and L. Hawes, R. Ware [and 4 others in London], 1753 - Всего страниц: 350 |
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... wild beafts came forth the woods to roam . The defert ; fowls in their clay nefts were couch'd ; The end of the First Book : pu THE SECOND BOOK OF PARADISE REGAIN'D . PARADISE REGAIN'D C 3 Book I. 17 PARADISE REGAIN'D .
... wild beafts came forth the woods to roam . The defert ; fowls in their clay nefts were couch'd ; The end of the First Book : pu THE SECOND BOOK OF PARADISE REGAIN'D . PARADISE REGAIN'D C 3 Book I. 17 PARADISE REGAIN'D .
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... wood or grove by moffy fountain fide , In valley or green meadow , to way - lay Some beauty rare , Califto , Clymene , Daphne , or Semele , Antiopa , Or Amymone , Syrinx , many more 185 Too long , then lay'ft thy fcapes on names ador'd ...
... wood or grove by moffy fountain fide , In valley or green meadow , to way - lay Some beauty rare , Califto , Clymene , Daphne , or Semele , Antiopa , Or Amymone , Syrinx , many more 185 Too long , then lay'ft thy fcapes on names ador'd ...
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... Wood - Gods and Wood - Nymphs ; he view'd it When fuddenly a man before him ftood , Not ruftic as before , but feemlier clad , As one in city ' , or court , or palace bred , 309 And with fair speech these words to him address'd . With ...
... Wood - Gods and Wood - Nymphs ; he view'd it When fuddenly a man before him ftood , Not ruftic as before , but feemlier clad , As one in city ' , or court , or palace bred , 309 And with fair speech these words to him address'd . With ...
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... woods , and fprings , Thy gentle minifters , who come to pay Thee homage , and acknowledge thee their Lord : What doubt ' ft thou Son of God ? fit down and eat . To whom thus Jefus temp'rately reply'd . Said'ft thou not that to all ...
... woods , and fprings , Thy gentle minifters , who come to pay Thee homage , and acknowledge thee their Lord : What doubt ' ft thou Son of God ? fit down and eat . To whom thus Jefus temp'rately reply'd . Said'ft thou not that to all ...
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... woods , or valleys fill , Or where plain was raife hill , or overlay With bridges rivers proud , as with a yoke ; Mules after thefe , camels and dromedaries , And waggons fraught with utenfils of war . Such forces met not , nor fo wide ...
... woods , or valleys fill , Or where plain was raife hill , or overlay With bridges rivers proud , as with a yoke ; Mules after thefe , camels and dromedaries , And waggons fraught with utenfils of war . Such forces met not , nor fo wide ...
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Paradise Regain'd: A Poem in Four Books : To which is Added Samson Agonistes ... Milton Полный просмотр - 1713 |
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aftra againſt agni alfo Amor Atque befides beft beſt caft call'd CHOR choro Dagon darkneſs defert doft domino jam domum impafti doth earth eyes fafe fair fame fave feaſt fecret feek feem fent fhades fhall fhould fibi fide fing firft firſt foes folemn fome fong fonos foon foul fræna ftill ftrength fuch fure fweet glory Hæc hath Heav'n himſelf honor houſe Ifrael ille ipfe itſelf jam non vacat juft juſt king Lady laſt leaſt lefs loft Lord Ludlow town Lycidas malè mihi moſt muſt myſelf night numina nunc o'er Olympo PARADISE REGAIN'D pleaſure pow'r praiſe prefent PSAL quæ quid quoque reft reply'd Samfon SAMS ſhades ſhall ſtand ſtate ſtill ſtood ſtream thee thefe themſelves thence theſe thofe thoſe thou art throne thyfelf tibi Tu quoque ulmo virtue whofe worfe
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Стр. 214 - The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters played. It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine.
Стр. 83 - Let there be lig;ht, and light was over all; Why am I thus bereav'd thy prime decree? The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon. When she deserts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.
Стр. 216 - And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing, in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes. Now, Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more ; Henceforth thou art the Genius of the shore In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood.
Стр. 162 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks...
Стр. 213 - And all their echoes, mourn. The Willows, and the Hazel Copses green, Shall now no more be seen, Fanning their joyous Leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the Canker to the Rose...
Стр. 327 - ... the knowledge and the use of which cannot but be a great furtherance both to the enlargement of truth, and honest living with much more peace.
Стр. 143 - Pollute with sinful blame, The saintly veil of maiden white to throw; Confounded, that her Maker's eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities.
Стр. 329 - The end, then, of learning is to repair the ruins of our first parents by regaining to know God aright and out of that knowledge to love him, to imitate him, to be like him as we may the nearest by possessing our souls of true virtue, which being united to the heavenly grace of faith makes up the highest perfection.
Стр. 213 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days : But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life. But not the praise...
Стр. 152 - 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.