The Poetical Works, of John Milton: With a Memoir and Seven Embellishments |
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Henceforth , and never shall my harp thy praise Forget , nor from thy Father's
praise disjoin . " Thus they in Heaven , above the starry sphere 415 Their happy
hours in joy and hymning spent . Meanwhile , upon the firm opacous globe Of this
...
Henceforth , and never shall my harp thy praise Forget , nor from thy Father's
praise disjoin . " Thus they in Heaven , above the starry sphere 415 Their happy
hours in joy and hymning spent . Meanwhile , upon the firm opacous globe Of this
...
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Fairest of stars , last in the train of night , If better , thou belong not to the dawn ,
Sure pledge of day , that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet , praise
him in thy sphere , While day arises , that sweet hour of prime . Thou sun , of this
...
Fairest of stars , last in the train of night , If better , thou belong not to the dawn ,
Sure pledge of day , that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet , praise
him in thy sphere , While day arises , that sweet hour of prime . Thou sun , of this
...
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180 185 190 195 200 His praise , who , out of darkness , call'd up light Air , and
ye elements , the eldest birth Of nature's -womb , that in quaternion run Perpetual
circle , multiform , and mix , And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change ...
180 185 190 195 200 His praise , who , out of darkness , call'd up light Air , and
ye elements , the eldest birth Of nature's -womb , that in quaternion run Perpetual
circle , multiform , and mix , And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change ...
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For what is glory but the blaze of fame , The people's praise , if always praise
unmix'd ? And what the people but a herd confus'd , A miscellaneous rabble who
exto ! 50 Things vulgar , and , well weigh'd scarce worth the praise ? They praise
...
For what is glory but the blaze of fame , The people's praise , if always praise
unmix'd ? And what the people but a herd confus'd , A miscellaneous rabble who
exto ! 50 Things vulgar , and , well weigh'd scarce worth the praise ? They praise
...
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I cannot praise thy marriage - choices , son , Rather approved them not ; but thou
didst plead Divine impulsion prompting , how thou might'st Find some occasion to
infest our foes . I state not that ; this I am sure , our foes Found soon occasion ...
I cannot praise thy marriage - choices , son , Rather approved them not ; but thou
didst plead Divine impulsion prompting , how thou might'st Find some occasion to
infest our foes . I state not that ; this I am sure , our foes Found soon occasion ...
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Էջ 370 - 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; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it, as you go, On the light fantastic toe; And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain-nymph, sweet Liberty...
Էջ 392 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which...
Էջ 54 - 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 everduring 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.
Էջ 369 - 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.
Էջ 366 - 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 White-thorn blows; Such, Lycidas, thy loss to Shepherd's ear.
Էջ 367 - 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 378 - Or call up him that left half-told The story of Cambuscan bold, Of Camball, and of Algarsife, And who had Canace to wife That owned the virtuous ring and glass, And of the wondrous horse of brass On which the Tartar King did ride; And if aught else great Bards beside In sage and solemn tunes have sung Of turneys, and of trophies hung, Of forests, and enchantments drear, Where more is meant than meets the ear.
Էջ 368 - Lycid lies. For, so to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise; Ay me ! whilst thee the shores and sounding seas Wash far away, where'er thy bones are hurl'd, Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps, under the whelming tide, Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world...
Էջ 346 - Sweet echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell By slow Meander's margent green, And in the violet-embroidered vale Where the love-lorn nightingale Nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well: Canst thou not tell me of a gentle pair That likest thy Narcissus are? O, if thou have Hid them in some flowery cave, Tell me but where, Sweet Queen of Parley, Daughter of the Sphere! So may'st thou be translated to the skies, And give resounding grace to all Heaven's harmonies!
Էջ 368 - 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.
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| Վերնագիր | The Poetical Works, of John Milton: With a Memoir and Seven Embellishments |
| Հեղինակ | John Milton |
| Հրատարակիչ | J.J. Chidley, 1847 |
| Original from | Հարվարդի համալսարան |
| Digitized | 15 Փետրվար 2006 |
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