The poetical works of John Milton, ed. with a critical memoir by W.M. Rossetti, Թողարկում 3221871 |
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... leaving college . He continued his studies , reading over all the Greek and Latin classics . The choice of a vocation in life was before him . Both the church and the bar were meditated and rejected ; the former because Milton , a young ...
... leaving college . He continued his studies , reading over all the Greek and Latin classics . The choice of a vocation in life was before him . Both the church and the bar were meditated and rejected ; the former because Milton , a young ...
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... leave in the midst a horrid vale . Then with expanded wings he steers his flight Aloft , incumbent on the dusky air , That felt unusual weight , till on dry land He lights , if it were land that ever burn'd · With solid , as the lake ...
... leave in the midst a horrid vale . Then with expanded wings he steers his flight Aloft , incumbent on the dusky air , That felt unusual weight , till on dry land He lights , if it were land that ever burn'd · With solid , as the lake ...
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... with fire . Nathless he so endured , till on the beach Of that inflamed sea he stood , and call'd His legions , angel forms , who lay entranced , Thick as autumnal leaves that strew the brooks In Vallambrosa PARADISE LOST . 7.
... with fire . Nathless he so endured , till on the beach Of that inflamed sea he stood , and call'd His legions , angel forms , who lay entranced , Thick as autumnal leaves that strew the brooks In Vallambrosa PARADISE LOST . 7.
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John Milton. Thick as autumnal leaves that strew the brooks In Vallambrosa , where the Etrurian shades High overarch'd imbower ; or scatter'd sedge Afloat , when with fierce winds Orion arm'd Hath vex'd the Red Sea coast , whose waves o ...
John Milton. Thick as autumnal leaves that strew the brooks In Vallambrosa , where the Etrurian shades High overarch'd imbower ; or scatter'd sedge Afloat , when with fierce winds Orion arm'd Hath vex'd the Red Sea coast , whose waves o ...
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... leave obtain'd ' Unacceptable , though in heaven , our state Of splendid vassalage , but rather seek Our own good from ourselves , and from our own Live to ourselves , though in this vast recess , Free , and to none accountable ...
... leave obtain'd ' Unacceptable , though in heaven , our state Of splendid vassalage , but rather seek Our own good from ourselves , and from our own Live to ourselves , though in this vast recess , Free , and to none accountable ...
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Adam agni amorous angels ANTISTROPHE arms aught behold bliss bright burning lake call'd cherubim Chor cloud Comus Dagon dark death deep delight didst divine doth dread dwell earth eternal evil eyes fair Father Faunus fear fire flame flowers fræna fruit glory gods grace hand happy hast hath heard heart heaven heavenly hell hill honour Israel John Milton Jove King light live Lord lost Lycidas Messiah mihi Milton mind mortal Muse night numbers numina nymphs o'er Paradise Paradise Lost pass'd peace Philistines Phoebus praise quæ reign return'd round Satan seat seem'd serpent shade shalt sight Son of God song soon soul spake spirits stood sweet taste thee thence thine things thither thou art thou hast thoughts throne Thyrsis thyself tibi tree Tu quoque turn'd verse vex'd virtue voice whence wings wonder
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Էջ 296 - Had ye been there — for what could that have done? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself, for her enchanting son, Whom universal nature did lament, When by the rout that made the hideous roar, His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift...
Էջ 296 - Phoebus replied, and touched my trembling ears: "Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies, But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.
Էջ 61 - Join voices, all ye living souls ! Ye birds, That singing up to Heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings, and in your notes, his praise. "Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep ! Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill or valley, fountain or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. " Hail, universal Lord ! be bounteous still To give us only good; and, if the night Have gathered aught of evil, or concealed, Disperse it, as now light...
Էջ 301 - Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom; 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.
Էջ 295 - 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. 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 325 - 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 305 - While the ploughman near at hand Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Էջ 294 - 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 xxiii - Anon out of the earth a fabric huge Rose like an exhalation, with the sound Of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet, Built like a temple, where pilasters round Were set, and Doric pillars overlaid With golden architrave ; nor did there want Cornice or frieze, with bossy sculptures graven •, The roof was fretted gold.
Էջ 319 - The oracles are dumb, No 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 breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.