The poetical works of John Milton, with illustr. by E.H. Corbould and J. Gilbert1864 |
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... Infant , Dying of a Cough At a Vacation Exercise in the College On the Morning of Christ's Nativity .. 311 325 338 351 369 417 447 451 456 460 :::::: ::: 471 885 460 468 The Passion On Time Upon the Circumcision At a Solemn.
... Infant , Dying of a Cough At a Vacation Exercise in the College On the Morning of Christ's Nativity .. 311 325 338 351 369 417 447 451 456 460 :::::: ::: 471 885 460 468 The Passion On Time Upon the Circumcision At a Solemn.
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... Morning On Shakspeare On the University Carrier Another on the same On the New Forcers of Conscience , under the Long Parliament :: SONNETS . Page 479 481 481 482 483 485 485 486 486 487 To the Nightingale On his being Arrived to the ...
... Morning On Shakspeare On the University Carrier Another on the same On the New Forcers of Conscience , under the Long Parliament :: SONNETS . Page 479 481 481 482 483 485 485 486 486 487 To the Nightingale On his being Arrived to the ...
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... morning , would make her write down sometimes twenty or thirty verses . His natural disposition inclined him to deep and earnest study , and the loss of his sight must have greatly increased his prone- ness to contemplation , and indeed ...
... morning , would make her write down sometimes twenty or thirty verses . His natural disposition inclined him to deep and earnest study , and the loss of his sight must have greatly increased his prone- ness to contemplation , and indeed ...
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... , oft , as seamen tell , With fixed anchor in his scaly rind Moors by his side under the lee , while night Invests the sea , and wishèd morn delays . 170 180 190 200 I age 37 . el the war , " Vietor 36 [ Book I. Paradise Lost .
... , oft , as seamen tell , With fixed anchor in his scaly rind Moors by his side under the lee , while night Invests the sea , and wishèd morn delays . 170 180 190 200 I age 37 . el the war , " Vietor 36 [ Book I. Paradise Lost .
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... morn To noon he fell , from noon to dewy eve , A summer's day ; and , with the setting sun , Dropped from the zenith like a falling star , On Lemnos , the Æ'gean isle : thus they relate , Erring ; for he , with this rebellious rout ...
... morn To noon he fell , from noon to dewy eve , A summer's day ; and , with the setting sun , Dropped from the zenith like a falling star , On Lemnos , the Æ'gean isle : thus they relate , Erring ; for he , with this rebellious rout ...
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Adam angels answered appear arms behold bright bring brought called cause cloud comes dark death deep delight divine dread dwell Earth evil eyes fair faith fall Father fear fell fire force fruit give glory gods grace hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven Hell hill honour hope king land leave less light live look Lord lost mind morn move nature never night once pain Paradise passed peace perhaps praise reason receive reign replied rest rise round Satan seat seek seemed side sight sons soon spake spirits stand stood strength sweet taste thee thence things thou thought throne till tree turned virtue voice wide winds wings wonder
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Сторінка 494 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he, returning, chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Сторінка 446 - 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 sweet-briar or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
Сторінка 78 - Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead and ever-during dark Surrounds me...
Сторінка 459 - 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, Or taint-worm to the weanling herds that graze, Or frost to flowers, that their gay wardrobe wear, When first the white-thorn blows ; Such, Lycidas, thy loss to shepherd's ear.
Сторінка 459 - Closed o'er the head of your loved 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, for what could that have done?
Сторінка 23 - Less than archangel ruined, and the excess Of glory obscured ; as when the sun, new risen, Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams, or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
Сторінка 460 - 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.
Сторінка 483 - SONG ON MAY MORNING. 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 thee long.
Сторінка 461 - 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 swol'n 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 446 - Where the great Sun begins his state Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.