The Poetical Works of John Milton, Հատոր 1William Pickering, 1832 - 148 էջ |
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... shades prevaile . Soon shall love and music faile ; Soon the fresh turfe's tender blade Shall flourish on my sleeping shade . Of the authenticity of these remarks , and of the book having been the property of Milton , reason- able ...
... shades prevaile . Soon shall love and music faile ; Soon the fresh turfe's tender blade Shall flourish on my sleeping shade . Of the authenticity of these remarks , and of the book having been the property of Milton , reason- able ...
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... shade , and feeding on its fruits . The Areopagitica is , on the whole , the finest production in prose from Milton's pen . For vi- gour and eloquence of style , unconquerable force of argument , majesty , and richness of language , it ...
... shade , and feeding on its fruits . The Areopagitica is , on the whole , the finest production in prose from Milton's pen . For vi- gour and eloquence of style , unconquerable force of argument , majesty , and richness of language , it ...
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... shades of meaning , and to express those refined and subtle ideas that have arisen in the progress of knowledge , and that have been brought from more advanced habits , and more complicated structures of society . To effect this with a ...
... shades of meaning , and to express those refined and subtle ideas that have arisen in the progress of knowledge , and that have been brought from more advanced habits , and more complicated structures of society . To effect this with a ...
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... shades of sorrow or of hope , according to their tempers or habits of thought ; and that which Milton contemplated as the bright dawning of a more glorious day , came lowering with such clouds and darkness , as to sink the virtuous ...
... shades of sorrow or of hope , according to their tempers or habits of thought ; and that which Milton contemplated as the bright dawning of a more glorious day , came lowering with such clouds and darkness , as to sink the virtuous ...
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... shades , where peace 65 And rest can never dwell , hope never comes , That comes to all ; but torture without end Still urges , and a fiery deluge , fed With ever - burning sulphur unconsum'd . Such place eternal justice had prepar'd ...
... shades , where peace 65 And rest can never dwell , hope never comes , That comes to all ; but torture without end Still urges , and a fiery deluge , fed With ever - burning sulphur unconsum'd . Such place eternal justice had prepar'd ...
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Էջ 4 - A dungeon horrible on all sides round, As one great furnace flamed ; yet from those flames No light ; but rather darkness visible, Served only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell ; hope never comes, That comes to all ; but torture without end Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed With ever-burning sulphur unconsumed.
Էջ 32 - 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 64 - For each seem'd either: black it stood as night, Fierce as ten furies, terrible as Hell, And shook a dreadful dart ; what seem'd his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on.
Էջ 3 - With vain attempt. Him the Almighty Power Hurled headlong flaming from the ethereal sky With hideous ruin and combustion down To bottomless perdition, there to dwell In adamantine* chains and penal fire, Who durst defy the Omnipotent to arms.
Էջ 82 - Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note...
Էջ 64 - That dar'st, though grim and terrible, advance Thy miscreated front athwart my way To yonder gates ? Through them I mean to pass, That be assured, without leave asked of thee. Retire ; or taste thy folly, and learn by proof, Hell-born, not to contend with Spirits of Heaven.
Էջ 125 - For a man indeed ought not to cover his head, forasmuch as he is the image and glory of God : but the woman is the glory of the man. For the man is not of the woman; but the woman of the man. Neither was the man created for the woman ; but the woman for the man.
Էջ 3 - Before all temples the upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for Thou know'st; Thou from the first Wast present, and, with mighty wings outspread, Dove-like sat'st brooding on the vast abyss, And mad'st it pregnant: what in me is dark Illumine, what is low raise and support; That to the height of this great argument I may assert eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men.
Էջ 10 - Created hugest that swim the ocean stream: Him, haply, slumbering on the Norway foam, The pilot of some small night-founder'd skiff Deeming some island, oft, as seamen tell, With fixed anchor in his scaly rind Moors by his side under the lee, while night Invests the sea, and wished morn delays...
Էջ 137 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung...