Autobiography of John Milton, Or, Milton's Life in His Own Words

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Longmans, Green, and Company, 1872 - 181 стор.
 

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Сторінка 114 - As one who long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air, Forth issuing on a summer's morn to breathe Among the pleasant villages and farms Adjoined, from each thing met conceives delight, The smell of grain, or tedded grass, or kine, Or dairy, each rural sight, each rural sound...
Сторінка 85 - Memory and her siren daughters, but by devout prayer to that eternal Spirit who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases...
Сторінка 83 - ... to inbreed and cherish in a great people the seeds of virtue and public civility, to allay the perturbations of the mind, and set the affections in right tune ; to celebrate in glorious and lofty hymns the throne and equipage of God's almightiness, and what he works, and what he suffers to be wrought with high providence in his church ; to sing victorious agonies of martyrs and saints, the deeds and triumphs of just and pious nations, doing valiantly through faith against the enemies of Christ...
Сторінка 157 - Thus with the year 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, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Сторінка 161 - Ah me! for aught that ever I could read. Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth: But, either it was different in blood; Her.
Сторінка 158 - Attractive, human, rational, love still: In loving thou dost well, in passion not, Wherein true love consists not: love refines The thoughts, and heart enlarges: hath his seat In reason, and is judicious; is the scale By which to heav'nly love thou may'st ascend, Not sunk in carnal pleasure; for which cause Among the beasts no mate for thee was found.
Сторінка 170 - The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon, When she deserts the night, Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.
Сторінка 161 - She ended weeping, and her lowly plight, Immoveable till peace obtain'd from fault Acknowledged and deplored, in Adam wrought Commiseration ; soon his heart relented Towards her, his life so late and sole delight, Now at his feet submissive in distress...
Сторінка 155 - Purification in the Old Law did save, And such as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind.
Сторінка 171 - God of our fathers ! what is Man, That thou towards him with hand so various — Or might I say contrarious...

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