The Complete Poems of John Milton: Written in English; with Introduction, Notes and IllustrationsP. F. Collier & son, 1909 - 463 էջ |
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... for Lucina came , And with remorseless cruelty Spoiled at once both fruit and tree . The hapless babe before his birth Had burial , yet not laid in earth ; And the languished mother's womb Was not long a living 28 JOHN MILTON.
... for Lucina came , And with remorseless cruelty Spoiled at once both fruit and tree . The hapless babe before his birth Had burial , yet not laid in earth ; And the languished mother's womb Was not long a living 28 JOHN MILTON.
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... fruit As the kind hospitable woods provide . They left me then when the grey - hooded Even , Like a sad Votarist in palmer's weed , Rose from the hindmost wheels of Phoebus ' wain . But where they are , and why they came not back , Is ...
... fruit As the kind hospitable woods provide . They left me then when the grey - hooded Even , Like a sad Votarist in palmer's weed , Rose from the hindmost wheels of Phoebus ' wain . But where they are , and why they came not back , Is ...
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... fruit , From the rash hand of bold Incontinence . You may as well spread out the unsunned heaps Of miser's treasure by an outlaw's den , And tell me it is safe , as bid me hope Danger will wink on Opportunity , And let a single helpless ...
... fruit , From the rash hand of bold Incontinence . You may as well spread out the unsunned heaps Of miser's treasure by an outlaw's den , And tell me it is safe , as bid me hope Danger will wink on Opportunity , And let a single helpless ...
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... fruits , and flocks , Thronging the seas with spawn innumerable , But all to please and sate the curious taste ? And set to work millions of spinning worms , That in their green shops weave the smooth - haired silk , To deck her sons ...
... fruits , and flocks , Thronging the seas with spawn innumerable , But all to please and sate the curious taste ? And set to work millions of spinning worms , That in their green shops weave the smooth - haired silk , To deck her sons ...
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... fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World , and all our woe , With loss of Eden , till one greater Man Restore us , and regain the blissful Seat , Sing , Heavenly Muse , that , on the secret top Of ...
... fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World , and all our woe , With loss of Eden , till one greater Man Restore us , and regain the blissful Seat , Sing , Heavenly Muse , that , on the secret top Of ...
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The Complete Poems of John Milton: Written in English; with Introduction ... John Milton Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1909 |
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Էջ 84 - 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 all...
Էջ 72 - Neaera's hair ? 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.
Էջ 133 - 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 ever-during 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 73 - Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake Creep and intrude and climb into the fold! Of other care they little reckoning make Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths ! that scarce themselves know how to hold A sheep-hook, or have...
Էջ 456 - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame, nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
Էջ 39 - And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Էջ 74 - Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies. For so to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise : — Ay me...
Էջ 82 - 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 worshiped stocks and stones, Forget not : in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piemontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks.
Էջ 93 - He scarce had ceased when the superior Fiend Was moving toward the shore ; his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast. The broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views At evening, from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
Էջ 166 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ; She all night long her amorous descant sung...