The Poetical Works of John Milton: With Notes and a Life of the Author, Том 2Hilliard, Gray, and Company, 1839 |
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... angel denounces their departure . Eve's lamentation . Adam pleads , but submits : the angel leads him up to a high hill ; sets before him in vision what shall happen till the flood . THUS they in lowliest plight repentant stood Praying ...
... angel denounces their departure . Eve's lamentation . Adam pleads , but submits : the angel leads him up to a high hill ; sets before him in vision what shall happen till the flood . THUS they in lowliest plight repentant stood Praying ...
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... angel interrupted mild . Lament not , Eve , but patiently resign What justly thou hast lost ; nor set thy heart , Thus over - fond , on that which is not thine : Thy going is not lonely , with thee goes Thy husband , him to follow thou ...
... angel interrupted mild . Lament not , Eve , but patiently resign What justly thou hast lost ; nor set thy heart , Thus over - fond , on that which is not thine : Thy going is not lonely , with thee goes Thy husband , him to follow thou ...
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... angel by the hand Soon rais'd , and his attention thus recall'd . 410 415 Adam , now ope thine eyes , and first behold Th ' effects which thy original crime hath wrought In some to spring from thee , who never touch'd 425 Th ' excepted ...
... angel by the hand Soon rais'd , and his attention thus recall'd . 410 415 Adam , now ope thine eyes , and first behold Th ' effects which thy original crime hath wrought In some to spring from thee , who never touch'd 425 Th ' excepted ...
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... angel cry'd . O teacher , some great mischief hath befall'n 450 To that meek man , who well had sacrific'd ; Is piety thus and pure devotion paid ? T'whom Michael thus , he also mov'd , reply'd . 433 sord ] So in Shakesp . Winter's Tale ...
... angel cry'd . O teacher , some great mischief hath befall'n 450 To that meek man , who well had sacrific'd ; Is piety thus and pure devotion paid ? T'whom Michael thus , he also mov'd , reply'd . 433 sord ] So in Shakesp . Winter's Tale ...
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... angel bless'd , Much better seems this vision , and more hope Of peaceful days portends , than those two past ; 600 Those were of hate and death , or pain much worse ; Here nature seems fulfill'd in all her ends . To whom thus Michael ...
... angel bless'd , Much better seems this vision , and more hope Of peaceful days portends , than those two past ; 600 Those were of hate and death , or pain much worse ; Here nature seems fulfill'd in all her ends . To whom thus Michael ...
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Adam agni Amor angel atque behold Bentl bright call'd CHOR choro cloud Comus Dagon dark death deeds divine domino jam domum impasti dost doth Du Bartas Dunster dwell earth edition enemies eyes fair faith fame father fear feast foes fræna glory Hæc hand hath heard heaven holy honour igne illa ille ipse Israel jam non vacat king Lord Lycidas mihi Milton's modo mortal Newton night numbers numina nunc o'er Olympo Ovid paradise peace Philistines Poems praise PSALM quæ quam quid quoque sæpe SAMS Samson Saviour Shakesp shalt Shepherd sibi sight sing Son of God song soul spirits stood strength sweet Sylvester's Du Bartas thee thence thine things thou art thou hast thought throne tibi Todd Tu quoque ulmo Virg virtue Warton wilt words
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Сторінка 360 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Сторінка 293 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend.
Сторінка 283 - Spare Fast, that oft with Gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing : And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens takes his pleasure ; 50 But, first and chiefest, with thee bring, Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation...
Сторінка 271 - 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 288 - 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 64 - They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand; the gate With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms. Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide. They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.
Сторінка 276 - 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 283 - 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 65 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, 70 And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud.
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 274 - Alas ! what boots it with incessant care To tend the homely, slighted, shepherd's trade And strictly meditate the thankless Muse? Were it not better done, as others use, To sport with Amaryllis in the shade, Or with the tangles of Neaera's hair?