The Complete Poetical Works of John MiltonHoughton, Mifflin, 1899 - 417 էջ |
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... glory was in Israel known . That saw the troubled sea , and shivering fled , And sought to hide his froth - becurled head Low in the earth ; Jordan's clear streams recoil , As a faint host that hath received the foil . The high huge ...
... glory was in Israel known . That saw the troubled sea , and shivering fled , And sought to hide his froth - becurled head Low in the earth ; Jordan's clear streams recoil , As a faint host that hath received the foil . The high huge ...
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... glory , Next her , much like to thee in story , That fair Syrian Shepherdess , Who , after years of barrenness , The highly - favoured Joseph bore To him that served 18 POEMS WRITTEN AT SCHOOL AND AT COLLEGE ON HIS BEING ARRIVED TO THE ...
... glory , Next her , much like to thee in story , That fair Syrian Shepherdess , Who , after years of barrenness , The highly - favoured Joseph bore To him that served 18 POEMS WRITTEN AT SCHOOL AND AT COLLEGE ON HIS BEING ARRIVED TO THE ...
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... glory , even to nakedness ; And that great Covenant which we still transgress Intirely satisfied , And the full wrath beside Of vengeful Justice bore for our excess , And seals obedience first with wounding smart This day ; but oh ! ere ...
... glory , even to nakedness ; And that great Covenant which we still transgress Intirely satisfied , And the full wrath beside Of vengeful Justice bore for our excess , And seals obedience first with wounding smart This day ; but oh ! ere ...
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... glory . But evil on itself shall back recoil , And mix no more with goodness . If this fail , The pillared firmament is rottenness And earth's base built on stubble . " Comus , no vulgar incarnation of sensuality , is subtle enough to ...
... glory . But evil on itself shall back recoil , And mix no more with goodness . If this fail , The pillared firmament is rottenness And earth's base built on stubble . " Comus , no vulgar incarnation of sensuality , is subtle enough to ...
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... glory . But evil on itself shall back recoil , And mix no more with goodness , when at last , Gathered like scum , and settled to itself , It shall be in eternal restless change Self - fed and self - consumed . If this fail , The ...
... glory . But evil on itself shall back recoil , And mix no more with goodness , when at last , Gathered like scum , and settled to itself , It shall be in eternal restless change Self - fed and self - consumed . If this fail , The ...
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Էջ 53 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life. "But not the praise...
Էջ 146 - 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.
Էջ 20 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes 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. Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on.
Էջ 130 - O thou that, with surpassing glory crowned, Look'st from thy sole dominion like the god Of this new World — at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminished heads — to thee I call, But with no friendly voice, and add thy name, 0 Sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams, That bring to my remembrance from what state 1 fell, how glorious once above thy Sphere, Till pride and worse ambition threw me down, Warring in Heaven against Heaven's matchless King!
Էջ 19 - Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures, Whilst the landscape round it measures ; Russet lawns, and fallows gray, Where the nibbling flocks do stray ; Mountains, on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest ; Meadows trim, with daisies pied ; Shallow brooks, and rivers wide ; Towers and battlements it sees Bosomed high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some beauty lies, The cynosure of neighbouring eyes.
Էջ 19 - 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 69 - Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers...
Էջ 21 - 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 hallowed haunt.
Էջ 70 - ... 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 all Europe rings from side...
Էջ xxxiv - The hooked chariot stood, Unstained with hostile blood; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by.