Paradise Regain'd: A Poem, in Four Books. To which is Added, Samson Agonistes: and Poems Upon Several OccasionsJ. Baskerville, 1759 - 390 էջ |
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... quid volui mifero mihi ! floribus auftrum Perditus ------ In this edition , and in that of Milton's poems in 1645 , there was prefixed to the Mask the following dedication . To the Right Honorable JOHN Lord Vicount BRACKLY fon and heir ...
... quid volui mifero mihi ! floribus auftrum Perditus ------ In this edition , and in that of Milton's poems in 1645 , there was prefixed to the Mask the following dedication . To the Right Honorable JOHN Lord Vicount BRACKLY fon and heir ...
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... Quid fit amor nefcit , dum quoque nefcit , amat . Sive cruentatum furiofa Tragoedia fceptrum Quaffat , et effufis crinibus ora rotat , Et dolet , et fpecto , juvat et spectaffe dolendo , Interdum et lacrymis dulcis amaror inest : Seu ...
... Quid fit amor nefcit , dum quoque nefcit , amat . Sive cruentatum furiofa Tragoedia fceptrum Quaffat , et effufis crinibus ora rotat , Et dolet , et fpecto , juvat et spectaffe dolendo , Interdum et lacrymis dulcis amaror inest : Seu ...
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... Quid juvat humanâ tingere cæde manus ? Nobileque in pectus certas acuiffe fagittas , Semideamque animam sede fugâsse suâ ? Talia dum lacrymans alto fub pectore volvo , Rofcidus occiduis Hesperus exit aquis , Et Tarteffiaco fubmerferat ...
... Quid juvat humanâ tingere cæde manus ? Nobileque in pectus certas acuiffe fagittas , Semideamque animam sede fugâsse suâ ? Talia dum lacrymans alto fub pectore volvo , Rofcidus occiduis Hesperus exit aquis , Et Tarteffiaco fubmerferat ...
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... quid volui manifeftum tollere crimen , Ipfe quod ex omni parte levare nequit ? Arguitur tardus meritò , noxamque fatetur , Et pudet officium deferuiffe fuum . Tu modò da veniam fasso , veniamque roganti , Crimina diminui , quæ patuere ...
... quid volui manifeftum tollere crimen , Ipfe quod ex omni parte levare nequit ? Arguitur tardus meritò , noxamque fatetur , Et pudet officium deferuiffe fuum . Tu modò da veniam fasso , veniamque roganti , Crimina diminui , quæ patuere ...
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... Quid tam grande sonat distento spiritus ore ? Quid parit hæc rabies , quid facer ifte furor ? Ver mihi , quod dedit ingenium , cantabitur illo ; Profuerint ifto reddita dona modo . Jam Philomela tuos foliis adoperta novellis Inftituis ...
... Quid tam grande sonat distento spiritus ore ? Quid parit hæc rabies , quid facer ifte furor ? Ver mihi , quod dedit ingenium , cantabitur illo ; Profuerint ifto reddita dona modo . Jam Philomela tuos foliis adoperta novellis Inftituis ...
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Paradise Regain'd: A Poem in Four Books : To which is Added Samson Agonistes ... Milton Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1713 |
Paradise Regain'd: A Poem, in Four Books : To which is Added Samson ... Milton Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1759 |
Paradise Regain'd: A Poem, in Four Books. To which is Added Samson Agonistes ... John Milton Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1759 |
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aftra againſt agni Amor anſwer Atque beſt call'd cauſe Chor Dagon darkneſs defert doft domino jam domum doth earth elſe eyes fair falſe fame fave feaſt feek fhades fhall fibi fing firſt foes folemn fome fong foon foul fræna ftill ftream ftrength fuch glory Hæc hath Heav'n himſelf honor houſe Ifrael ipfe jam non vacat juſt king Lady laſt leaſt lefs leſs loft Lord Lycidas malè mihi moſt Muſe muſt night numina Nunc o'er Olympo paſs pleaſe pow'r praiſe preſent PSAL quæ quid quoque raiſe reply'd reſt Samf Samfon ſee ſeek ſeems ſeen ſerve ſet ſhades ſhall ſhe ſhould ſhow ſome Son of God ſpeed ſpread ſtand ſtate ſteps ſtill ſtood ſuch ſweet thee thefe themſelves theſe thoſe thou art throne thyſelf tibi ulmo uſe verſe virtue weakneſs whoſe wilderneſs wilt worſe
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Էջ 200 - As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, 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 166 - THIS is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring...
Էջ 173 - The Babe lies yet in smiling infancy, That on the bitter cross Must redeem our loss; So both Himself and us to glorify...
Էջ 264 - Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow, It shall be still in strictest measure even To that same lot, however mean or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven ; All is, if I have grace to use it so, As ever in my great Task-Master's eye.
Էջ 192 - Sometimes, with secure delight, The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequered shade; And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday, Till the livelong daylight fail...
Էջ 253 - The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters played. It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine.
Էջ 250 - Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due : For Lycidas* is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer : Who would not sing for Lycidas ? He knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
Էջ 196 - But, first and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation; And the mute Silence hist along, 'Less Philomel will deign a song, In her sweetest saddest plight, Smoothing the rugged brow of Night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke Gently o'er the accustomed oak.
Էջ 193 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold In weeds of peace high triumphs hold 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.
Էջ 250 - Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year.