Milton's Poetical Works: With Life, Critical Dissertation, and Explanatory Notes, Հատոր 2James Nichol, 1853 |
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... mortal , but his Sire He who obtains the monarchy of Heaven : And what will he not do to advance his Son ? His first - begot we know , and sore have felt , When his fierce thunder drove us to the deep : Who this is we must learn ; for ...
... mortal , but his Sire He who obtains the monarchy of Heaven : And what will he not do to advance his Son ? His first - begot we know , and sore have felt , When his fierce thunder drove us to the deep : Who this is we must learn ; for ...
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... mortal man ; Though men esteem thee low of parentage , Thy Father is the Eternal King who rules All Heaven and Earth , Angels and sons of men ; A messenger from God foretold thy birth Conceiv'd in me a virgin ; he foretold , Thou ...
... mortal man ; Though men esteem thee low of parentage , Thy Father is the Eternal King who rules All Heaven and Earth , Angels and sons of men ; A messenger from God foretold thy birth Conceiv'd in me a virgin ; he foretold , Thou ...
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... mortal creatures ; graceful and discreet ; Expert in amorous arts , enchanting tongues Persuasive , virgin majesty with mild And sweet allay'd , yet terrible to approach ; Skill'd to retire , and , in retiring , draw Hearts after them ...
... mortal creatures ; graceful and discreet ; Expert in amorous arts , enchanting tongues Persuasive , virgin majesty with mild And sweet allay'd , yet terrible to approach ; Skill'd to retire , and , in retiring , draw Hearts after them ...
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... mortal things . Who therefore seeks in these True wisdom , finds her not ; or , by delusion , Far worse , her false resemblance only meets , An empty cloud . However , many books , Wise men have said , are wearisome ; who reads ...
... mortal things . Who therefore seeks in these True wisdom , finds her not ; or , by delusion , Far worse , her false resemblance only meets , An empty cloud . However , many books , Wise men have said , are wearisome ; who reads ...
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... mortal men , To lowest pitch of abject fortune thou art fallen . For him I reckon not in high estate Whom long descent of birth , Or the sphere of fortune , raises ; But thee whose strength , while virtue was her mate , Might have ...
... mortal men , To lowest pitch of abject fortune thou art fallen . For him I reckon not in high estate Whom long descent of birth , Or the sphere of fortune , raises ; But thee whose strength , while virtue was her mate , Might have ...
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Էջ 177 - And, when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
Էջ 166 - But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes, And perfect witness of all-judging Jove ; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.
Էջ 171 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn, That ten day-labourers could not end ; Then lies him down the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength ; And, crop-full, out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Էջ 164 - That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring, Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string. Hence with denial vain, and coy excuse, So may some gentle Muse With lucky words favour my destin'd Urn, And as he passes turn, And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud.
Էջ 217 - WHAT needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones The labour of an age in piled stones ? Or that his hallowed reliques should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid ? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name ? Thou in our Wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
Էջ 172 - Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Էջ 176 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age, Ennobled hath the buskined stage. But O, sad Virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower, Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what Love did seek.
Էջ 167 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells, and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes, That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Էջ 131 - Was rife, and perfect in my listening ear, Yet nought but single darkness do I find. What might this be? A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands and shores and desert wildernesses.
Էջ 175 - Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom, Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm, To bless the doors from nightly harm. Or let my lamp, at midnight hour, Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft out-watch the Bear...