The Poetical Works of John MiltonE. Fleischer, 1834 - 392 էջ |
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... replied : " O thou for whom And from whom I was form'd , flesh of thy flesh , And without whom am to no end , my guide And head ! what thou hast said is just and right . For we to him indeed all praises owe , And daily thanks ; I ...
... replied : " O thou for whom And from whom I was form'd , flesh of thy flesh , And without whom am to no end , my guide And head ! what thou hast said is just and right . For we to him indeed all praises owe , And daily thanks ; I ...
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... replied : ' Daughter of God and man , accomplish'd Eve , These have their course to finish round the earth By morrow evening , and from land to land In order , though to nations yet unborn , Minist ring light prepar'd , they set and ...
... replied : ' Daughter of God and man , accomplish'd Eve , These have their course to finish round the earth By morrow evening , and from land to land In order , though to nations yet unborn , Minist ring light prepar'd , they set and ...
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... replied not , overcome with rage ; But , like a proud steed rein'd , went haughty on , Champing his iron curb : to strive or fly He held it vain ; awe from above had quell'd His heart , not else dismay'd . Now drew they nigh The western ...
... replied not , overcome with rage ; But , like a proud steed rein'd , went haughty on , Champing his iron curb : to strive or fly He held it vain ; awe from above had quell'd His heart , not else dismay'd . Now drew they nigh The western ...
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... replied : ' O loss of one in heav'n to judge of wise , Since Satan fell , whom folly overthrew , And now returns him from his prison ' scap'd , Gravely in doubt whether to hold them wise 905 Or not , who ask what boldness brought him ...
... replied : ' O loss of one in heav'n to judge of wise , Since Satan fell , whom folly overthrew , And now returns him from his prison ' scap'd , Gravely in doubt whether to hold them wise 905 Or not , who ask what boldness brought him ...
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... replied : " Then when I am thy captive talk of chains , Proud limitary cherub ! but ere then Far heavier load thyself expect to feel From my prevailing arm , though Heaven's King Ride on thy wings , and thou with thy compeers , Us'd to ...
... replied : " Then when I am thy captive talk of chains , Proud limitary cherub ! but ere then Far heavier load thyself expect to feel From my prevailing arm , though Heaven's King Ride on thy wings , and thou with thy compeers , Us'd to ...
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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.