The Poetical Works of John Milton: With a Memoir and Critical Remarkds on His Genius and Writings, Հատոր 2 |
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His first - begot we know , and sore have felt , When his fierce thunder drove us to
the deep ; 90 Who this is we must learn , for man he seems In all his lineaments ,
though in his face The glimpses of his Father's glory shine . Ye see our danger ...
His first - begot we know , and sore have felt , When his fierce thunder drove us to
the deep ; 90 Who this is we must learn , for man he seems In all his lineaments ,
though in his face The glimpses of his Father's glory shine . Ye see our danger ...
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Unanimous they all commit the care And management of this main enterprise To
him , their great dictator , whose attempt At first against mankind so well had
thrived In Adam's overthrow , and led their march From hell's deep - vaulted den
to ...
Unanimous they all commit the care And management of this main enterprise To
him , their great dictator , whose attempt At first against mankind so well had
thrived In Adam's overthrow , and led their march From hell's deep - vaulted den
to ...
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... How best the mighty work he might begin Of Saviour to mankind , and which
way first Publish his God - like office , now mature , One day forth walk'd alone ,
the Spirit leading , And his deep thoughts , the better to converse With solitude ,
till ...
... How best the mighty work he might begin Of Saviour to mankind , and which
way first Publish his God - like office , now mature , One day forth walk'd alone ,
the Spirit leading , And his deep thoughts , the better to converse With solitude ,
till ...
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Whom thus answer'd the arch - fiend , now undisguised : “ ' Tis true , I am that
spirit unfortunate , Who , leagued with millions more in rash revolt , Kept not my
happy station , but was driven With them from bliss to the bottomless deep ; Yet to
...
Whom thus answer'd the arch - fiend , now undisguised : “ ' Tis true , I am that
spirit unfortunate , Who , leagued with millions more in rash revolt , Kept not my
happy station , but was driven With them from bliss to the bottomless deep ; Yet to
...
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Perhaps thou linger'st , in deep thoughts detain'd Of the enterprise so hazardous
and high ! No wonder : for , though in thee be united What of perfection can in
man be found , Those rudiments , and see before thine eyes The monarchies.
Perhaps thou linger'st , in deep thoughts detain'd Of the enterprise so hazardous
and high ! No wonder : for , though in thee be united What of perfection can in
man be found , Those rudiments , and see before thine eyes The monarchies.
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The Poetical Works of John Milton: With a Memoir, and Critical ..., Հատոր 1 John Milton Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1848 |
The Poetical Works of John Milton: With a Memoir, and Critical ..., Հատոր 2 John Milton,James Montgomery Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1859 |
The Poetical Works of John Milton: With a Memoir, and Critical ..., Հատոր 2 John Milton,James Montgomery Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1890 |
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Էջ 207 - Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm, To bless the doors from nightly harm; Or let my lamp at midnight hour Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft out-watch the Bear...
Էջ 206 - 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...
Էջ 142 - 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 229 - 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 205 - Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring, Aye round about Jove's altar sing ; And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens takes his pleasure. But first, and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon...
Էջ 241 - 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 202 - 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. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry, Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Էջ 218 - God's trophies, and his work pursued, While Darwen stream, with blood of Scots imbrued, And Dunbar field, resounds thy praises loud, And Worcester's laureate wreath.
Էջ 198 - HENCE, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy! Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings, And the night-raven sings; There, under ebon shades and low-browed rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Էջ 195 - Herdman's art belongs! What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel Pipes of wretched straw, The hungry Sheep look up, and are not fed, But swoln with wind, and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread: Besides what the grim Wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door, Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
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| Վերնագիր | The Poetical Works of John Milton: With a Memoir and Critical Remarkds on His Genius and Writings, Հատոր 2 Bohn's illustrated library The Poetical Works of John Milton: With a Memoir and Critical Remarkds on His Genius and Writings, Henry George Bohn |
| Authors | John Milton, James Montgomery |
| Նկարիչ | William Harvey |
| Հրատարակիչ | H. G. Bohn, 1861 |
| Original from | Միչիգանի համալսարան |
| Digitized | 25 Մայիս 2007 |
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