The Complete Poems of John Milton: Written in English; with Introduction, Notes and IllustrationsP. F. Collier & son, 1909 - 463 էջ |
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... voice unto the Angel Quire , From out his secret altar touched with hallowed fire . THE HYMN I It was the winter wild , While the heaven - born child All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies ; Nature , in awe to him , Had doffed her ...
... voice unto the Angel Quire , From out his secret altar touched with hallowed fire . THE HYMN I It was the winter wild , While the heaven - born child All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies ; Nature , in awe to him , Had doffed her ...
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... voice Answering the stringèd noise , As all their souls in blissful rapture took : The air , such pleasure loth to lose , With thousand echoes still prolongs each heavenly close . X Nature , that heard such sound Beneath the hollow ...
... voice Answering the stringèd noise , As all their souls in blissful rapture took : The air , such pleasure loth to lose , With thousand echoes still prolongs each heavenly close . X Nature , that heard such sound Beneath the hollow ...
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... voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving . Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine , With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving . No nightly trance , or breathèd spell , Inspires the pale - eyed Priest ...
... voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving . Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine , With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving . No nightly trance , or breathèd spell , Inspires the pale - eyed Priest ...
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... voice through mazes running , Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus ' self may heave his head From golden slumber on a bed Of heaped Elysian flowers , and hear Such strains as 34 JOHN MILTON.
... voice through mazes running , Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus ' self may heave his head From golden slumber on a bed Of heaped Elysian flowers , and hear Such strains as 34 JOHN MILTON.
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... Voice and Verse , Wed your divine sounds , and mixed power employ , Dead things with imbreathed sense able to pierce ; And to our high - raised phantasy present That undisturbèd Song of pure consent , Aye sung before the sapphire ...
... Voice and Verse , Wed your divine sounds , and mixed power employ , Dead things with imbreathed sense able to pierce ; And to our high - raised phantasy present That undisturbèd Song of pure consent , Aye sung before the sapphire ...
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The Complete Poems of John Milton: Written in English; with Introduction ... John Milton Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1909 |
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Adam Ægypt Angels Archangel arms aught beast behold Belial bliss bright burning lake celestial Cherub Cherubim cloud Comus creatures Dagon dark death deeds deep delight didst divine dread dwell Earth eternal evil eyes fair Fair Angel Father fear fell Fiend fierce fire flaming flowers fruit glory gods grace hand happy hast hath heard Heaven Heavenly Hell highth hill honour Israel Ithuriel King lest light live Lord Lycidas Messiah morn mortal night o'er pain Paradise peace praise quire reign round rowled sapience Satan scape seat seemed Seraph Serpent shade shalt shew sight Son of God song soon spake Spirits stars stood sweet taste Thammuz thee thence thine things thither thou art thou hast thought throne thunder thyself Tree virtue voice whence winds wings wonder World wrauth Zephon
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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...