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 - 350 стор. |
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... Quæ poffit fenium vel reparare Jovis ! Ah quoties vidi fuperantia lumina gemmas , Atque faces quotquot volvit uterque polus ; Collaque bis vivi Pelopis quæ brachia vincant , Quæque fuit puro nectare tincta via , Et decus eximium frontis ...
... Quæ poffit fenium vel reparare Jovis ! Ah quoties vidi fuperantia lumina gemmas , Atque faces quotquot volvit uterque polus ; Collaque bis vivi Pelopis quæ brachia vincant , Quæque fuit puro nectare tincta via , Et decus eximium frontis ...
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... quæ plurima cœlo Evehitur pennis quamlibet augur avis , Et quæ mille nigris errant animalia sylvis , Et quod alunt mutum Proteos antra pecus . Invida , tanti tibi cum fit conceffa potestas ; Quid juvat humanâ tingere cæde manus ...
... quæ plurima cœlo Evehitur pennis quamlibet augur avis , Et quæ mille nigris errant animalia sylvis , Et quod alunt mutum Proteos antra pecus . Invida , tanti tibi cum fit conceffa potestas ; Quid juvat humanâ tingere cæde manus ...
Сторінка 279
... quæ ducere nomen ab Hamâ , Cimbrica quem fertur clava dediffe neci . Vivit ibi antiquæ clarus pietatis honore 10 15 . Præful Chrifticolas pafcere doctus oves ; Ille quidem eft animæ plufquam pars altera noftræ , Dimidio vitæ vivere ...
... quæ ducere nomen ab Hamâ , Cimbrica quem fertur clava dediffe neci . Vivit ibi antiquæ clarus pietatis honore 10 15 . Præful Chrifticolas pafcere doctus oves ; Ille quidem eft animæ plufquam pars altera noftræ , Dimidio vitæ vivere ...
Сторінка 280
... quæ patuere , folent . Non ferus in pavidos rictus diducit hiantes , Vulnifico pronos nec rapit ungue leo . Sæpe fariffiferi crudelia pectora Thracis Supplicis ad moeftas delicuere preces . Extenfæque manus avertunt fulminis ictus ...
... quæ patuere , folent . Non ferus in pavidos rictus diducit hiantes , Vulnifico pronos nec rapit ungue leo . Sæpe fariffiferi crudelia pectora Thracis Supplicis ad moeftas delicuere preces . Extenfæque manus avertunt fulminis ictus ...
Сторінка 281
... Quæ via poft cineres ducat ad astra , docent ? Digna quidem Stygiis quæ vivas claufa tenebris , 95 Æternâque animæ digna perire fame ! Haud aliter vates terræ Thefbitidis olim Preffit inaffueto devia tefqua pede , Defertafque Arabum ...
... Quæ via poft cineres ducat ad astra , docent ? Digna quidem Stygiis quæ vivas claufa tenebris , 95 Æternâque animæ digna perire fame ! Haud aliter vates terræ Thefbitidis olim Preffit inaffueto devia tefqua pede , Defertafque Arabum ...
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Paradise Regain'd: A Poem in Four Books : To which is Added Samson Agonistes ... Milton Повний перегляд - 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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Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 162 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks...
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.