The Poetical Works of John Milton, Volum 1At the University Press, 1903 - 607 pàgines |
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Pàgina 10
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
Pàgina 15
... happy day , The old Dragon under ground , In straiter limits bound , Not half so far casts his usurped sway ; And , wroth to see his kingdom fail , Swindges the scaly horror of his folded tail . 170 The oracles are dumb ; XIX . No voice ...
... happy day , The old Dragon under ground , In straiter limits bound , Not half so far casts his usurped sway ; And , wroth to see his kingdom fail , Swindges the scaly horror of his folded tail . 170 The oracles are dumb ; XIX . No voice ...
Pàgina 18
... happy watchful shepherds ' ear , So sweetly sung your joy the clouds along , Through the soft silence of the listening night , Now mourn ; and , if sad share with us to bear Your fiery essence can distil no tear , Burn in your sighs ...
... happy watchful shepherds ' ear , So sweetly sung your joy the clouds along , Through the soft silence of the listening night , Now mourn ; and , if sad share with us to bear Your fiery essence can distil no tear , Burn in your sighs ...
Pàgina 21
... happy - making sight alone When once our heavenly - guided soul shall climb , Then , all this earthy grossness quit , Attired with stars we shall for ever sit , ΤΟ 20 Triumphing over Death , and Chance , and thee , O Time ! AT A SOLEMN ...
... happy - making sight alone When once our heavenly - guided soul shall climb , Then , all this earthy grossness quit , Attired with stars we shall for ever sit , ΤΟ 20 Triumphing over Death , and Chance , and thee , O Time ! AT A SOLEMN ...
Pàgina 57
... happy trial prove most glory . But evil on itself shall back recoil , And mix no more with goodness , when at last , Gather'd like scum , and settled to itself , It shall be in eternal restless change The pillar'd firmament is ...
... happy trial prove most glory . But evil on itself shall back recoil , And mix no more with goodness , when at last , Gather'd like scum , and settled to itself , It shall be in eternal restless change The pillar'd firmament is ...
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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 179 - 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 158 - 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 124 - 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...