Selections from the Prose and Poetry of John MiltonHoughton, Mifflin, 1923 - 310 էջ |
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... sound scholarship among the students are the sources of Milton's dissatisfaction with the university , a dissatisfaction which had been felt and expressed by many English humanists since the beginning of the Renaissance . • Among us ...
... sound scholarship among the students are the sources of Milton's dissatisfaction with the university , a dissatisfaction which had been felt and expressed by many English humanists since the beginning of the Renaissance . • Among us ...
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... vain and poor , by whose grace you yourself are skilled to fit a thousand sounds to tune and rhythm , and varying your clear voice through a thousand modulations , may be by right FROM THE POEM TO HIS FATHER 7 To His Father.
... vain and poor , by whose grace you yourself are skilled to fit a thousand sounds to tune and rhythm , and varying your clear voice through a thousand modulations , may be by right FROM THE POEM TO HIS FATHER 7 To His Father.
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... sound - I was accustoming my lips to new reeds perhaps : suddenly the fastening burst ; the reeds flew asunder , unable to endure longer the grave sounds to which I racked them . I know not perhaps I am over - bold : still , Give way ...
... sound - I was accustoming my lips to new reeds perhaps : suddenly the fastening burst ; the reeds flew asunder , unable to endure longer the grave sounds to which I racked them . I know not perhaps I am over - bold : still , Give way ...
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... sound , without a country . The other virtues harmoniously agree . Our country is wherever we are well off . I will con- clude after first begging you if there be any errors in the diction or the punctuation , to impute it to the boy ...
... sound , without a country . The other virtues harmoniously agree . Our country is wherever we are well off . I will con- clude after first begging you if there be any errors in the diction or the punctuation , to impute it to the boy ...
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... sound , Was heard the world around ; The idle spear and shield were high uphung ; The hooked chariot stood , Unstained with hostile blood ; The trumpet spake not to the armèd throng ; And Kings sat still with awful eye , As if they ...
... sound , Was heard the world around ; The idle spear and shield were high uphung ; The hooked chariot stood , Unstained with hostile blood ; The trumpet spake not to the armèd throng ; And Kings sat still with awful eye , As if they ...
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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...