The Poetical Works of John Milton: With a Memoir, and Critical Remarks on His Genius and Writing, Հատոր 2George Bell & sons, 1890 |
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... mortal , but his Sire He who obtains the monarchy of heaven : And what will he not do to advance his Son ? His first - begot we know , and sore have felt , When his fierce thunder drove us to the deep ; Who this is we must learn , for ...
... mortal , but his Sire He who obtains the monarchy of heaven : And what will he not do to advance his Son ? His first - begot we know , and sore have felt , When his fierce thunder drove us to the deep ; Who this is we must learn , for ...
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... mortal man ; Though men esteem thee low of parentage , Thy father is the eternal King , who rules All heaven and earth , angels and sons of men . A messenger from God foretold thy birth Conceived in me a virgin ; he foretold Thou ...
... mortal man ; Though men esteem thee low of parentage , Thy father is the eternal King , who rules All heaven and earth , angels and sons of men . A messenger from God foretold thy birth Conceived in me a virgin ; he foretold Thou ...
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... mortal creatures , graceful and discreet , Expert in amorous arts , enchanting tongues Persuasive , virgin majesty , with mild And sweet allay'd , yet terrible to approach , Skill'd to retire , and , in retiring , draw Hearts after them ...
... mortal creatures , graceful and discreet , Expert in amorous arts , enchanting tongues Persuasive , virgin majesty , with mild And sweet allay'd , yet terrible to approach , Skill'd to retire , and , in retiring , draw Hearts after them ...
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... mortal things . Who , therefore , seeks in these True wisdom , finds her not ; or , by delusion , Far worse , her false resemblance only meets , An empty cloud . However , many books , Wise men have said , are wearisome ; who reads ...
... mortal things . Who , therefore , seeks in these True wisdom , finds her not ; or , by delusion , Far worse , her false resemblance only meets , An empty cloud . However , many books , Wise men have said , are wearisome ; who reads ...
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... mortal men , To lowest pitch of abject fortune thou art fallen . For him I reckon not in high estate Whom long descent of birth , Or the sphere of fortune , raises ; 170 But thee , whose strength , while virtue was her mate , Might have ...
... mortal men , To lowest pitch of abject fortune thou art fallen . For him I reckon not in high estate Whom long descent of birth , Or the sphere of fortune , raises ; 170 But thee , whose strength , while virtue was her mate , Might have ...
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Էջ 237 - MAY MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Էջ 188 - 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. He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear.
Էջ 192 - Shepherds ! weep no more, For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor; So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new spangled ore 170 Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Էջ 191 - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freak'd with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears : Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, 150 To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Էջ 201 - Come, pensive nun, devout and pure, Sober, steadfast, and demure, All in a robe of darkest grain, Flowing with majestic train, And sable stole of cypress lawn, Over thy decent shoulders drawn.
Էջ 159 - Begin to cast a beam on the outward shape, The unpolluted temple of the mind, And turns it by degrees to the soul's essence, Till all be made immortal : but when lust, By unchaste looks, loose gestures, and foul talk, But most by lewd and lavish act of sin, Lets in defilement to the inward parts, The soul grows clotted by contagion, Imbodies, and imbrutes, till she quite lose The divine property of her first be^ ing.
Էջ 195 - To hear the lark begin his flight And singing startle the dull night From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise...
Էջ 225 - The lonely mountains o'er, And the resounding shore, A voice of weeping heard and loud lament ; From haunted spring and dale, Edged with poplar pale, The parting genius is with sighing sent ; With flower-inwoven tresses torn, The nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
Էջ 222 - That the mighty Pan Was kindly come to live with them below ; Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep, Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep.
Էջ 220 - Muse, shall not thy sacred vein Afford a present to the Infant God ? Hast thou no verse, no hymn, or solemn strain To welcome him to this his new abode, . Now while the heaven, by the sun's team untrod, Hath took no print of the approaching light, And all the spangled host keep watch in squadrons bright?