The Poetical Works of John MiltonE. Fleischer, 1834 - 392 էջ |
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... delight , Son of my bosom , Son who art alone My word , my wisdom , and effectual might , 140 145 150 155 160 165 170 All hast thou spoken as my thoughts are , all As my eternal purpose hath decreed : Man shall not quite be lost , but ...
... delight , Son of my bosom , Son who art alone My word , my wisdom , and effectual might , 140 145 150 155 160 165 170 All hast thou spoken as my thoughts are , all As my eternal purpose hath decreed : Man shall not quite be lost , but ...
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... delight and favour , him for whom All these his works so wondrous he ordain'd Hath brought me from the quires of Cherubim Alone thus wand'ring . Brightest Seraph , tell In which of all these shining orbs hath man His fixed seat , or ...
... delight and favour , him for whom All these his works so wondrous he ordain'd Hath brought me from the quires of Cherubim Alone thus wand'ring . Brightest Seraph , tell In which of all these shining orbs hath man His fixed seat , or ...
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... delight ; But what created mind can comprehend Their number , or the wisdom infinite 700 705 That brought them forth , but hid their causes deep ? I saw when at his word the formless mass , The world's material mould , came to a heap ...
... delight ; But what created mind can comprehend Their number , or the wisdom infinite 700 705 That brought them forth , but hid their causes deep ? I saw when at his word the formless mass , The world's material mould , came to a heap ...
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... delight , Mankind created , and for him this world . 100 105 So farewell hope , and with hope farewell fear , Farewell remorse : all good to me is lost ; Evil , be thou my good : by thee at least Divided empire with heav'n's King I hold ...
... delight , Mankind created , and for him this world . 100 105 So farewell hope , and with hope farewell fear , Farewell remorse : all good to me is lost ; Evil , be thou my good : by thee at least Divided empire with heav'n's King I hold ...
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... delight and joy , able to drive All sadness but despair : now gentle gales , Fanning their odoriferous wings , dispense Native perfumes , and whisper whence they stole Those balmy spoils . As when to them who sail Beyond the Cape of ...
... delight and joy , able to drive All sadness but despair : now gentle gales , Fanning their odoriferous wings , dispense Native perfumes , and whisper whence they stole Those balmy spoils . As when to them who sail Beyond the Cape of ...
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Adam angels appear'd arm'd arms aught beast behold Belial bliss bright call'd Cherub Cherubim Chor cloud Comus Dagon dark death deeds deep delight didst divine doth dread dwell earth Egypt eternal evil eyes fair faith fall'n Father fear flow'r fruit glory gods grace hand happy hast hath heard heart heav'n heav'nly hell highth hill honour Israel join'd King lest light live Lord Lycidas Manoah Messiah morn mortal night numina nymph o'er pain Paradise Parthian pass'd peace Philistines pleas'd pow'r praise quire rais'd reign replied return'd round sapience Satan seat seem'd serpent shade shalt sight Son of God song soon spake spirits stood strength sweet taste Thammuz thee thence thine things thither thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tree turn'd vex'd virtue voice wand'ring whence winds wings
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Էջ 278 - That to the faithful 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.
Էջ 6 - Fiend Was moving toward the shore ; his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast. The broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views At evening, from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, 290 Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
Էջ 314 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which...
Էջ 278 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.
Էջ 280 - Haste thee Nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks...
Էջ 285 - And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves...
Էջ 73 - Rising or falling still advance his praise. His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
Էջ 36 - Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song ; but chief Thee, Sion, and the flowery brooks beneath, That wash thy hallowed feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit...
Էջ 62 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening" mild; then silent night With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train...
Էջ 281 - 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.