The Poetical Works of John Milton, Հատոր 3W. Pickering, 1852 |
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... Light the prime work of God to me's extinct , 70 And all her various objects of delight Annull'd , which might in part my grief have eas'd , Inferior to the vilest now become Of man or worm , the vilest here excel me ; They creep , yet ...
... Light the prime work of God to me's extinct , 70 And all her various objects of delight Annull'd , which might in part my grief have eas'd , Inferior to the vilest now become Of man or worm , the vilest here excel me ; They creep , yet ...
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... light , and light was over all ; Why am I thus bereav'd thy prime decree ? The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon , When she deserts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave . Since light so necessary is to life , And almost ...
... light , and light was over all ; Why am I thus bereav'd thy prime decree ? The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon , When she deserts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave . Since light so necessary is to life , And almost ...
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... light , As in the land of darkness yet in light , To live a life half dead , a living death , And buried ; but O yet more miserable ! Myself my sepulchre , a moving grave , Buried , yet not exempt By privilege of death and burial 100 ...
... light , As in the land of darkness yet in light , To live a life half dead , a living death , And buried ; but O yet more miserable ! Myself my sepulchre , a moving grave , Buried , yet not exempt By privilege of death and burial 100 ...
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... light , T ' incorporate with gloomy night ! For inward light , alas ! Puts forth no visual beam . O mirror of our fickle state , Since man on earth unparallel'd ! The rarer thy example stands , [ plain , By how much from the top of ...
... light , T ' incorporate with gloomy night ! For inward light , alas ! Puts forth no visual beam . O mirror of our fickle state , Since man on earth unparallel'd ! The rarer thy example stands , [ plain , By how much from the top of ...
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... light , Nor th ' other light of life continue long , But yield to double darkness nigh at hand : So much I feel my genial spirits droop , My hopes all flat , nature within me seems In all her functions weary of herself , My race of ...
... light , Nor th ' other light of life continue long , But yield to double darkness nigh at hand : So much I feel my genial spirits droop , My hopes all flat , nature within me seems In all her functions weary of herself , My race of ...
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Էջ 10 - Thy prime decree? The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon, When she deserts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave. Since light so necessary is to life, And almost life itself, if it be true That light is in the soul, She all in every part; why was the sight To such a tender ball as th
Էջ 143 - 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 ; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good morrow, Through the sweet-briar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine ; While the cock, with lively din, Scatters the rear of darkness thin, And, to the stack or the barn-door, Stoutly struts his dames before...
Էջ 138 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine ; Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage. But O, sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower ? Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what love did seek.
Էջ 97 - So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity, That, when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried angels lackey her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, And in clear dream, and solemn vision, Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear...
Էջ 147 - And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Էջ 169 - Nature, that heard such sound Beneath the hollow round Of Cynthia's seat the airy region thrilling, Now was almost won To think her part was done, And that her reign had here its last fulfilling: She knew such harmony alone Could hold all heaven and earth in happier union.
Էջ 97 - Heav'n is Saintly chastity, That when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried Angels lackey her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, And in clear dream and solemn vision Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear, Till oft converse with heav'nly habitants Begin to cast a beam on th...
Էջ 215 - The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which all Europe rings from side to side. This thought might lead me through the world's vain mask Content, though blind, had I no better guide.
Էջ 142 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Էջ 2 - TRAGEDY, as it was anciently composed, hath been ever held the gravest, moralest, and most profitable of all other poems : therefore said by Aristotle to be of power, by raising pity and fear, or terror, to purge the mind of those and such like passions ; that is, to temper and reduce them to just measure with a kind of delight, stirred up by reading or seeing those passions well imitated.