The Poetical Works of John Milton: With Notes and a Life of the Author, Том 2Hilliard, Gray, 1838 |
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... Life of the Author John Milton. POETICAL WORKS OF JOHN MILTON . WITH NOTES , AND A LIFE OF THE AUTHOR . A NEW EDITION . VOL . II . BOSTON : HILLIARD , GRAY , AND COMPANY . 1838 . FOLSOM , WELLS , AND THURSTON , PRINTERS TO THE THE.
... Life of the Author John Milton. POETICAL WORKS OF JOHN MILTON . WITH NOTES , AND A LIFE OF THE AUTHOR . A NEW EDITION . VOL . II . BOSTON : HILLIARD , GRAY , AND COMPANY . 1838 . FOLSOM , WELLS , AND THURSTON , PRINTERS TO THE THE.
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... edition ; ' Which I must keep till my appointed day Newton . Of rendering up . Michael to him replied . ' Newton . 553 hate ] Martial , lib . x . ' Summum nec metuas diem , nec optes . ' Newton . 554 permit ] Permitte Divis . Hor . Od ...
... edition ; ' Which I must keep till my appointed day Newton . Of rendering up . Michael to him replied . ' Newton . 553 hate ] Martial , lib . x . ' Summum nec metuas diem , nec optes . ' Newton . 554 permit ] Permitte Divis . Hor . Od ...
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... renown'd through many a bold emprise . ' Todd . 651 makes ] So altered in the second edition . It was ' tacks a bloody fray ' in the first . Newton . Assaulting ; others from the wall defend With dart and 28 PARADISE LOST .
... renown'd through many a bold emprise . ' Todd . 651 makes ] So altered in the second edition . It was ' tacks a bloody fray ' in the first . Newton . Assaulting ; others from the wall defend With dart and 28 PARADISE LOST .
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... to see , but I perceive Thy mortal sight to fail : objects divine 1 As one ] When the last book was divided into two , in the second edition , these first five lines were added . Must needs impair and weary human sense : Henceforth what.
... to see , but I perceive Thy mortal sight to fail : objects divine 1 As one ] When the last book was divided into two , in the second edition , these first five lines were added . Must needs impair and weary human sense : Henceforth what.
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... ] So in Milton's own edition . In Fenton's , Bentley's , and others , it is ' Since by original lapse . ' Newton . 85 Twinn'd ] Some editions read ' Twin'd . ' Newton . From reason , and to servitude reduce Man , till 42 PARADISE LOST .
... ] So in Milton's own edition . In Fenton's , Bentley's , and others , it is ' Since by original lapse . ' Newton . 85 Twinn'd ] Some editions read ' Twin'd . ' Newton . From reason , and to servitude reduce Man , till 42 PARADISE LOST .
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Сторінка 287 - Haste thee Nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks, and wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; 30 Sport, that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Сторінка 275 - That to the faithful herdman's art belongs! What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw; The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread: Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace and nothing said; But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Сторінка 284 - And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves...
Сторінка 269 - Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due: For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer. Who would not sing for Lycidas? he knew 10 Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind Without the meed of some melodious tear.
Сторінка 286 - HENCE, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy! Find out some uncouth cell Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings And the night-raven sings ; There under ebon shades, and low-brow'd rocks As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Сторінка 274 - Ah! who hath reft,' quoth he, 'my dearest pledge ? ' Last came and last did go, The pilot of the Galilean lake ; Two massy keys he bore, of metals twain no (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain). He shook his mitred locks, and stern bespake: ' How well could I have spared for thee young swain, Enow of such as for their bellies...
Сторінка 160 - To daily fraud, contempt, abuse and wrong, Within doors, or without, still as a fool, In power of others, never in my own ; Scarce half I seem to live, dead more than half. O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day! O first created beam, and thou great Word, Let there be light, and light was over all; Why am I thus bereaved thy prime decree?
Сторінка 290 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequered shade, And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday...
Сторінка 269 - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer. Who would not sing for Lycidas? he knew...
Сторінка 271 - Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream. Ay me, I fondly dream ! Had ye been there...