| Peter C. Herman - 1996 - 294 стор.
...II Penseroso, he too rejects a form of imagination. His banishment of L'Allegrain frivolity ("Hence vain deluding joys, / The brood of folly without father...mind with all your toys; / Dwell in some idle brain" [1-4]) employs all the antipoetic "buzz-words": "toys," "idle brain," "fancies fond," and "vain." Indeed,... | |
| Walter Hinderer, Alexander von Bormann - 1997 - 356 стор.
...und wird von John Milton in „II Penseroso" als Flattergetier im Kopf verbildlicht: „Dwell in som idle brain,/ And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess,/...thick and numberless/ As the gay motes that people the Sun Beams". In Schillers „Wallenstein" sind es Vögel vergleichbar mit dem kopfumschwirrenden Nachtgetier... | |
| Donald Burrows, Rosemary Dunhill, James Harris - 2002 - 1268 стор.
...Francescina. Come pensive Nun, devout & pure, Sober, stedfast, & demure, 1 Deleted text after this line: The Brood of folly without father bred! How little you bested. Or fill the [mind deleted] fixed mind with all your toys? 2 + bracket deleted All in a Robe of darkest Grain, Flowing... | |
| John Milton - 2003 - 1084 стор.
...as he led her up into queen, that he should take back his wife. But the sunlight. IL PENSEROSO Hence vain deluding joys, The brood of folly without father...mind with all your toys; Dwell in some idle brain, 5 And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people... | |
| Jean-François Vallée, Dorothea B. Heitsch - 2004 - 332 стор.
...'L'Allegro' 1-10 Hence vain deluding Joys, The brood of Folly without father bred, How little you bestead, Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys; Dwell in...numberless As the gay motes that people the sunbeams, Or likest hovering dreams The fickle pensioners of Morpheus' train. 'II Penseroso' 1-101 Virtually all... | |
| John Milton - 2006 - 66 стор.
...half-regained Eurydice. These delights if thou canst give, Mirth, with thee I mean to live. IL PENSEROSO HENCE, vain deluding Joys, The brood of Folly without father...numberless As the gay motes that people the sunbeams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus' train. But, hail! thou Goddess sage and... | |
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