The Poetical Works of John Milton: With a Memoir, and Critical Remarks on His Genius and Writings, Հատոր 2S. Andrus & Son, 1848 |
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Էջ 51
... peace destroy ; Then swell with pride , and must be titled gods , Great benefactors of mankind , deliverers , Worshipp'd with temple , priest , and sacrifice ? One is the son of Jove , of Mars the PARADISE REGAINED - BOOK III . 51.
... peace destroy ; Then swell with pride , and must be titled gods , Great benefactors of mankind , deliverers , Worshipp'd with temple , priest , and sacrifice ? One is the son of Jove , of Mars the PARADISE REGAINED - BOOK III . 51.
Էջ 52
... peace , by wisdom eminent , By patience , temperance ; I mention still Him , whom thy wrongs , with saintly patience borne , Made famous in a land and times obscure ; Who names not now with honour patient Job ? Poor Socrates ( who next ...
... peace , by wisdom eminent , By patience , temperance ; I mention still Him , whom thy wrongs , with saintly patience borne , Made famous in a land and times obscure ; Who names not now with honour patient Job ? Poor Socrates ( who next ...
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... peace ! Thus pass'd the night so foul , till morning fair Came forth with pilgrim steps , in amice gray , Who , with her radiant finger , still'd the roar Of thunder , chased the clouds , and laid the winds , And grisly spectres , which ...
... peace ! Thus pass'd the night so foul , till morning fair Came forth with pilgrim steps , in amice gray , Who , with her radiant finger , still'd the roar Of thunder , chased the clouds , and laid the winds , And grisly spectres , which ...
Էջ 93
... peace ! I must not quarrel with the will Of highest dispensation , which herein Haply had ends above my reach to know : Suffices that to me strength is my bane . And proves the source of all my miseries : So many , and so huge , that ...
... peace ! I must not quarrel with the will Of highest dispensation , which herein Haply had ends above my reach to know : Suffices that to me strength is my bane . And proves the source of all my miseries : So many , and so huge , that ...
Էջ 123
... at length , and sea to shore : Thy anger , unappeasable , still rages , Eternal tempest , never to be calm'd . Why do I humble thus myself , and , suing Bid go For peace , reap nothing but repulse and SAMSON AGONISTES . 123.
... at length , and sea to shore : Thy anger , unappeasable , still rages , Eternal tempest , never to be calm'd . Why do I humble thus myself , and , suing Bid go For peace , reap nothing but repulse and SAMSON AGONISTES . 123.
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aëre agni Amor angels ANTISTROPHE Atque aught behold canst captive choro cœli cœlo Comus Dagon dark death deeds Deûm divine domino jam domum impasti dost doth dread earth enemies etiam eyes fair fame father fear feast foes fræna glorious glory gods habet Hæc hand hath hear heard heaven holy honour igne illa ille ipse Israel jam non vacat Jesus Jove kings Lady Lord lumina Lycidas malè Manoah mihi mortal night numbers numina Nunc nymphs o'er Olympo PARADISE REGAINED peace Philistines praise PSALM Quà quæ quid quoque reign round sæpe Sams Samson Satan Saviour shades shalt shame shepherd sing Son of God song soul spirits strength sweet tempter thee thence thine things thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi truth Tu quoque ulmo urbe virgin virtue voice wilt
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Էջ 211 - HENCE, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest midnight born, In Stygian cave forlorn, 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy...
Էջ 216 - Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys ! Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
Էջ 150 - All is best, though we oft doubt What the unsearchable dispose Of Highest Wisdom brings about, And ever best found in the close. Oft he seems to hide his face, But unexpectedly returns, And to his faithful champion hath in place Bore witness gloriously...
Էջ 220 - Or call up him that left half told The story of Cambuscan bold, no Of Camball, and of Algarsife, And who had Canace to wife, That owned the virtuous ring and glass, And of the wondrous horse of brass On which the Tartar king did ride...
Էջ 240 - And though the shady gloom Had given day her room, The sun himself withheld his wonted speed, And hid his head for shame, As his inferior flame The new-enlighten'd world no more should need; He saw a greater Sun appear Than his bright throne, or burning axletree, could bear.
Էջ 155 - BEFORE the starry threshold of Jove's court /My mansion is, where those immortal shapes Of bright aerial spirits live insphered In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth...
Էջ 206 - Built in the eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next, Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe.
Էջ 208 - Through the dear might of Him that walk'd the waves, Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and, singing, in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Էջ 171 - How charming is divine Philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets, Where no crude surfeit reigns.
Էջ 227 - 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.