The Poetical Works of John Milton, Том 2S. Andrus, 1852 |
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... looks aghast and sad , he thus bespake : " O ancient powers of air , and this wide world ( For much more willingly I mention air , This our old conquest , than remember hell , Our hated habitation ; ) well ye know How many ages , as the ...
... looks aghast and sad , he thus bespake : " O ancient powers of air , and this wide world ( For much more willingly I mention air , This our old conquest , than remember hell , Our hated habitation ; ) well ye know How many ages , as the ...
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... look'd for some great change ; to honour ? no ; But trouble , as old Simeon plain foretold , That to the fall and rising he should be Of many in Israel , and to a sign Spoken against , that through my very soul A sword shall pierce ...
... look'd for some great change ; to honour ? no ; But trouble , as old Simeon plain foretold , That to the fall and rising he should be Of many in Israel , and to a sign Spoken against , that through my very soul A sword shall pierce ...
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... look from his majestic brow , Seated as on the top of virtue's hill , Discountenance her , despised , and put to rout All her array ; her female pride deject , Or turn to reverent awe ; for beauty stands In the admiration only of weak ...
... look from his majestic brow , Seated as on the top of virtue's hill , Discountenance her , despised , and put to rout All her array ; her female pride deject , Or turn to reverent awe ; for beauty stands In the admiration only of weak ...
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... look'd , and saw what numbers numberless The city gates out - pour'd , light - arm'd troops In coats of mail and military pride ; In mail their horses clad , yet fleet and strong , Prancing their riders bore , the flower and choice Of ...
... look'd , and saw what numbers numberless The city gates out - pour'd , light - arm'd troops In coats of mail and military pride ; In mail their horses clad , yet fleet and strong , Prancing their riders bore , the flower and choice Of ...
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... them , how refute Their idolisms , traditions , paradoxes ? Error by his own arms is best evinced . Look once more , ere we leave this specular mount , Westward , much nearer by south - west , behold 74 PARADISE REGAINED - BOOK IV .
... them , how refute Their idolisms , traditions , paradoxes ? Error by his own arms is best evinced . Look once more , ere we leave this specular mount , Westward , much nearer by south - west , behold 74 PARADISE REGAINED - BOOK IV .
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aëre agni Amor angels ANTISTROPHE Atque aught behold canst choro cœli cœlo Comus Dagon dark death deeds Deûm didst divine domino jam domum impasti dost doth dread earth enemies etiam eyes fair fame father fear feast foes fræna glorious glory gods habet Hæc hand hath hear heard heaven hinc holy honour igne illa ille ipse Israel jam non vacat Jesus kings Lady Lord lumina Lycidas malè Manoah mihi mortal night numbers numina Nunc nymphs o'er Olympo PARADISE REGAINED peace Philistines praise PSALM Quà quæ quid quoque reign round sæpe Sams Samson Satan Saviour shades shalt shame shepherd sing Son of God song soul spirits strength sweet tempter thee thence thine things thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi truth Tu quoque ulmo urbe virgin virtue voice wilt
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Сторінка 207 - Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake Creep and intrude and climb into the fold ! Of other care they little reckoning make Than how to scramble at the shearers...
Сторінка 206 - Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next, Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe. "Ah! who hath reft," quoth he, "my dearest pledge?
Сторінка 220 - Or let my lamp, at midnight hour, Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft out-watch the Bear, With thrice great Hermes, or unsphere The spirit of Plato to unfold What worlds, or what vast regions hold The immortal mind, that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook...
Сторінка 216 - But hail! thou Goddess sage and holy! Hail, divinest Melancholy! Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight, And therefore to our weaker view O'erlaid with black, staid Wisdom's hue; Black, but such as in esteem Prince Memnon's...
Сторінка 168 - And Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude ; Where, with her best nurse, Contemplation, She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impair'd. He that has light within his own clear breast, May sit i...
Сторінка 238 - She woos the gentle air To hide her guilty front with innocent snow, And on her naked shame, 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 213 - While the cock, with lively din, Scatters the rear of darkness thin, And to the stack, or the barn-door, Stoutly struts his dames before. Oft listening how the hounds and horn Cheerly rouse the slumbering morn, From the side of some hoar hill, .Through the high wood echoing shrill.
Сторінка 222 - Or the unseen Genius of the wood. But let my due feet never fail To walk the studious cloister's pale, And love the high embowed roof, With antique pillars...
Сторінка 216 - Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys! Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
Сторінка 159 - Their merry wakes and pastimes keep : What hath night to do with sleep? Night hath better sweets to prove; Venus now wakes, and wakens Love. Come, let us our rites begin; Tis only daylight that makes sin, Which these dun shades will ne'er report. Hail, goddess of nocturnal sport, Dark-veil'd Cotytto, to whom the secret flame Of midnight torches burns!