Selections from the Prose and Poetry of John MiltonHoughton, Mifflin, 1923 - 310 էջ |
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... deep amaze , Stand fixed in steadfast gaze , Bending one way their precious influence , And will not take their flight , For all the morning light , Or Lucifer that often warned them thence ; But in their glimmering orbs did glow ...
... deep amaze , Stand fixed in steadfast gaze , Bending one way their precious influence , And will not take their flight , For all the morning light , Or Lucifer that often warned them thence ; But in their glimmering orbs did glow ...
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... deep , 120 And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep . If XIII Ring out , ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears , ye have power to touch our senses so ; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the ...
... deep , 120 And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep . If XIII Ring out , ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears , ye have power to touch our senses so ; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the ...
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... redeem our loss , So both himself and us to glorify : Yet first , to those ychained in sleep , The wakeful trump of doom must thunder through the deep , XVII With such a horrid clang As on Mount Sinai 50 SELECTIONS FROM THE MINOR POEMS.
... redeem our loss , So both himself and us to glorify : Yet first , to those ychained in sleep , The wakeful trump of doom must thunder through the deep , XVII With such a horrid clang As on Mount Sinai 50 SELECTIONS FROM THE MINOR POEMS.
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... Deep ; Which he , to grace his tributary gods , By course commits to several government , And gives them leave to wear their sapphire crowns And wield their little tridents . But this Isle , The greatest and the best of all the main ...
... Deep ; Which he , to grace his tributary gods , By course commits to several government , And gives them leave to wear their sapphire crowns And wield their little tridents . But this Isle , The greatest and the best of all the main ...
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... Deep skilled in all his mother's witcheries , And here to every thirsty wanderer By sly enticement gives his baneful cup , With many murmurs mixed , whose pleasing poison The visage quite transforms of him that drinks , And the ...
... Deep skilled in all his mother's witcheries , And here to every thirsty wanderer By sly enticement gives his baneful cup , With many murmurs mixed , whose pleasing poison The visage quite transforms of him that drinks , And the ...
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Էջ 99 - Phoebus replied, and touched my trembling ears: "Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies, 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 97 - 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 102 - And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes. Now, Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more ; Henceforth thou art the genius of the shore In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood.
Էջ 56 - 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...
Էջ 84 - Canace to wife, That owned the virtuous ring and glass, And of the wondrous horse of brass On which the Tartar king did ride...
Էջ 100 - 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 honeyed showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Էջ 56 - 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 132 - Archangel: but his face Deep scars of thunder had intrenched, and care Sat on his faded cheek, but under brows Of dauntless courage, and considerate* pride Waiting revenge. Cruel his eye, but cast Signs of remorse and passion to behold The fellows of his crime, the followers rather (Far other once beheld in bliss), condemned For ever now to have their lot in pain...
Էջ 76 - May sit i' the centre, and enjoy bright day ; But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the mid-day sun ; Himself is his own dungeon.
Էջ 55 - Euphrosyne, And by men, heart-easing Mirth, Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore...