The Poetical Works of John MiltonE. Fleischer, 1834 - 392 էջ |
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... head up - lift above the wave , and eyes That sparkling blaz'd ; his other parts besides Prone on the flood , extended long and large , Lay floating many a rood ; in bulk as huge As whom the fables name of monstrous size , Titanian , or ...
... head up - lift above the wave , and eyes That sparkling blaz'd ; his other parts besides Prone on the flood , extended long and large , Lay floating many a rood ; in bulk as huge As whom the fables name of monstrous size , Titanian , or ...
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... heads and leaders thither haste where stood Their great commander ; godlike shapes and forms Excelling human , princely dignities ; And pow'rs that erst in heaven sat on thrones , 360 Though of their names in heav'nly records now Be no ...
... heads and leaders thither haste where stood Their great commander ; godlike shapes and forms Excelling human , princely dignities ; And pow'rs that erst in heaven sat on thrones , 360 Though of their names in heav'nly records now Be no ...
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... heads as low Bow'd down in battle , sunk before the spear Of despicable foes . With these in troop Came Astoreth , whom the Phoenicians call'd Astarte , queen of heav'n , with crescent horns ; To whose bright image nightly by the moon ...
... heads as low Bow'd down in battle , sunk before the spear Of despicable foes . With these in troop Came Astoreth , whom the Phoenicians call'd Astarte , queen of heav'n , with crescent horns ; To whose bright image nightly by the moon ...
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... head and hands lopt off In his own temple , on the grunsel edge , Where he fell flat , and sham'd his worshippers : Dagon his name , sea - monster , upward man And downward fish : yet had his temple high Rear'd in Azotus , dreaded ...
... head and hands lopt off In his own temple , on the grunsel edge , Where he fell flat , and sham'd his worshippers : Dagon his name , sea - monster , upward man And downward fish : yet had his temple high Rear'd in Azotus , dreaded ...
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... head the moon Sits arbitress , and nearer to the earth 785 Wheels her pale course ; they , on their mirth and dance Intent , with jocund music charm his ear ; At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds . BOOK I. 15 PARADISE LOST .
... head the moon Sits arbitress , and nearer to the earth 785 Wheels her pale course ; they , on their mirth and dance Intent , with jocund music charm his ear ; At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds . BOOK I. 15 PARADISE LOST .
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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.