The Poetical Works of John Milton, Том 2Hilliard, Gray, 1834 |
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... voice I heard , here with him at this fountain talk'd : So many grateful altars I would rear Of grassy turf , and pile up every stone 310 weary ] So Hor . Od . i . ii . 26. ' Prece qua fatigent . ' Todd . 320 Of lustre from the brook ...
... voice I heard , here with him at this fountain talk'd : So many grateful altars I would rear Of grassy turf , and pile up every stone 310 weary ] So Hor . Od . i . ii . 26. ' Prece qua fatigent . ' Todd . 320 Of lustre from the brook ...
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... voice of God To mortal ear is dreadful : they beseech That Moses might report to them his will , And terror cease ; he grants what they besought , Instructed that to God is no access Without mediator , whose high office now Moses in ...
... voice of God To mortal ear is dreadful : they beseech That Moses might report to them his will , And terror cease ; he grants what they besought , Instructed that to God is no access Without mediator , whose high office now Moses in ...
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... voice commanding , Sun in Gibeon stand , 265 And thou moon in the vale of Aialon , Till Israel overcome ; so call the third From Abraham , son of Isaac , and from him His whole descent , who thus shall Canaan win . Here Adam interpos'd ...
... voice commanding , Sun in Gibeon stand , 265 And thou moon in the vale of Aialon , Till Israel overcome ; so call the third From Abraham , son of Isaac , and from him His whole descent , who thus shall Canaan win . Here Adam interpos'd ...
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... voice From heav'n pronounc'd him his beloved Son . That heard the adversary , who , roving still About the world , at that assembly fam'd Would not be last , and , with the voice divine Nigh thunder - struck , th ' exalted man , to whom ...
... voice From heav'n pronounc'd him his beloved Son . That heard the adversary , who , roving still About the world , at that assembly fam'd Would not be last , and , with the voice divine Nigh thunder - struck , th ' exalted man , to whom ...
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... voice I heard , This is my Son belov'd , in him am pleas'd . His mother then is mortal , but his sire He who obtains the monarchy of heav'n ; And what will he not do to advance his Son ? His first - begot we know , and sore have felt ...
... voice I heard , This is my Son belov'd , in him am pleas'd . His mother then is mortal , but his sire He who obtains the monarchy of heav'n ; And what will he not do to advance his Son ? His first - begot we know , and sore have felt ...
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Adam agni Amor angel ANTISTROPHE 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 Euripides eyes fair faith fame father fear feast foes fræna glory Hæc hand hath hear heard heav'n holy honour igne illa ille ipse Israel jam non vacat king Lord Lycidas mihi Milton's mortal Newton night numbers numina nunc o'er Olympo Ovid paradise peace Philistines Poems pow'r praise PSALM quæ quam quid quoque sæpe SAMS Samson Saviour Shakesp shalt Shepherd sight sing Son of God song soul spirits stood strength sweet 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 293 - Married to immortal verse; Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, 140 With wanton heed and giddy cunning; The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...
Сторінка 281 - And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sunbeams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
Сторінка 280 - Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves, Where other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, 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.
Сторінка 270 - That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring : Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string. Hence with denial vain, and coy...
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 62 - 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 274 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of Noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days...
Сторінка 289 - 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 271 - 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 whitethorn blows; Such, Lycidas, thy loss to shepherd's ear.
Сторінка 278 - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freak'd with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears : Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.