The Poetical Works of John Milton, Volum 1At the University Press, 1903 - 607 pàgines |
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Pàgina 10
... Son of Heaven's eternal King , Of wedded Maid and Virgin Mother born , Our ... God ? Hast thou no verse , no hymn , or solemn strain , To welcome him to ... Lord to greet , And join thy voice unto the angel quire , From out his ...
... Son of Heaven's eternal King , Of wedded Maid and Virgin Mother born , Our ... God ? Hast thou no verse , no hymn , or solemn strain , To welcome him to ... Lord to greet , And join thy voice unto the angel quire , From out his ...
Pàgina 25
... god that sits at marriage feast ; He at their invoking came , But with a scarce well - lighted flame ; And in his garland , as he stood , Ye might discern a cypress bud . Once had the early matrons run To greet her of a lovely son , And ...
... god that sits at marriage feast ; He at their invoking came , But with a scarce well - lighted flame ; And in his garland , as he stood , Ye might discern a cypress bud . Once had the early matrons run To greet her of a lovely son , And ...
Pàgina 83
... God's trophies , and his work pursued , While Darwen stream , with blood of Scots imbrued , And Dunbar field ... son . XVIII . ON THE LATE MASSACRE IN PIEMONT . AVENGE 6-2 Sonnets 83 To the Lord General Cromwell To Sir Henry Vane the younger.
... God's trophies , and his work pursued , While Darwen stream , with blood of Scots imbrued , And Dunbar field ... son . XVIII . ON THE LATE MASSACRE IN PIEMONT . AVENGE 6-2 Sonnets 83 To the Lord General Cromwell To Sir Henry Vane the younger.
Pàgina 85
... son , Now that the fields are dank , and ways are mire , Where shall we sometimes meet , and by the fire Help waste ... God sends a cheerful hour , refrains . 5 10 XXII . TO THE SAME . CYRIACK , this three Sonnets 85 To Mr Lawrence ...
... son , Now that the fields are dank , and ways are mire , Where shall we sometimes meet , and by the fire Help waste ... God sends a cheerful hour , refrains . 5 10 XXII . TO THE SAME . CYRIACK , this three Sonnets 85 To Mr Lawrence ...
Pàgina 92
... Son of Man , whom thou Strong for thyself hast made . 18 So shall we not go back from thee To ways of sin and shame : Quicken us thou ; then gladly we Shall call upon thy Name . 19 Return us , and thy grace divine , Lord God of Hosts ...
... Son of Man , whom thou Strong for thyself hast made . 18 So shall we not go back from thee To ways of sin and shame : Quicken us thou ; then gladly we Shall call upon thy Name . 19 Return us , and thy grace divine , Lord God of Hosts ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
Adam aëre Angels aught behold Bentley conj bliss bright call'd Cherubim cloud Comus Dæmon Dagon dark death deep delight didst divine doth draft dread dwell Earth eternal evil eyes fair faith Father fear fruit gastly gate glory gods grace hand happy hath head Heaven heavenly Hell highth hill honour Hyphened by Fenton Israel Jacob Tonson JOHN MILTON Keightley conj King light Lord Lycidas malè Masson mihi Milton Mull Newton nigh night numina o'er originally Paradise Lost Paradise Regained pass'd peace Pearce conj Poems praise quæ reign return'd round Samson Samson Agonistes Satan seem'd Serpent shade shalt shew sight Son of God song soon spake Spirit stood sweet thee thence thine things thither thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi Tickell Todd tree Trin turn'd vex'd voice wings wonder
Passatges populars
Pàgina 74 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, " Doth God exact day-labour, light denied ?
Pàgina 189 - 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: But neither breath of morn, when she ascends With charm of earliest birds; nor rising sun On this delightful land; nor herb,...
Pàgina 60 - Lycidas, thy loss to shepherds' ear. Where were ye, Nymphs, when the remorseless deep Closed o'er the head of your loved Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream : Ay me ! I fondly dream ! Had ye been there — for what could that have done ? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore.
Pàgina 61 - Phoebus replied, and touched my trembling ears : ' Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies...
Pàgina 154 - 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 hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit...
Pàgina 5 - This is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring; For so the holy sages once did sing That he our deadly forfeit should release, And with his Father work us a perpetual peace.
Pàgina 120 - Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams, or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
Pàgina 22 - Thee, chauntress, oft the woods among I woo, to hear thy even-song; And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green. To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon. Like one that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud.
Pàgina 63 - Through the dear might of Him that walk'd the waves Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops and sweet societies, That sing, and, singing, in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Pàgina 25 - And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell...