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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... sing a hymn of triumph . Jesus is led up by the Spirit into the wilderness , while he is meditating on the commencement of his great office of Saviour of mankind . He narrates , in a soliloquy , what divine and philanthropic impulses he ...
... sing a hymn of triumph . Jesus is led up by the Spirit into the wilderness , while he is meditating on the commencement of his great office of Saviour of mankind . He narrates , in a soliloquy , what divine and philanthropic impulses he ...
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... sing Recover'd Paradise to all mankind , By one man's firm obedience fully tried Through all temptation , and the tempter foil'd In all his wiles , defeated and repulsed , And Eden raised in the waste wilderness . Thou Spirit. B 2.
... sing Recover'd Paradise to all mankind , By one man's firm obedience fully tried Through all temptation , and the tempter foil'd In all his wiles , defeated and repulsed , And Eden raised in the waste wilderness . Thou Spirit. B 2.
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... singing , while the hand Sung with the voice , and this the argument : " Victory and triumph to the Son of God , Now entering his great duel , not of arms , But to vanquish , by wisdom , hellish wiles ! The Father knows the Son ...
... singing , while the hand Sung with the voice , and this the argument : " Victory and triumph to the Son of God , Now entering his great duel , not of arms , But to vanquish , by wisdom , hellish wiles ! The Father knows the Son ...
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... sing The vices of their deities , and their own , In fable , hymn , or song , so personating Their gods ridiculous , and themselves past shame . Remove their swelling epithets , thick laid As varnish on a harlot's cheek ; the rest ...
... sing The vices of their deities , and their own , In fable , hymn , or song , so personating Their gods ridiculous , and themselves past shame . Remove their swelling epithets , thick laid As varnish on a harlot's cheek ; the rest ...
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... sing'st , how near the deadly snare ! Then down the lawns I ran with headlong haste , Through paths and turnings often trod by day , Till , guided by mine ear , I found the place Where that damn'd wizard , hid in sly disguise ( For so ...
... sing'st , how near the deadly snare ! Then down the lawns I ran with headlong haste , Through paths and turnings often trod by day , Till , guided by mine ear , I found the place Where that damn'd wizard , hid in sly disguise ( For so ...
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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?