The Poetical Works of John MiltonWard, Lock, and Company, 1881 - 460 pągines |
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Pągina 3
... arms . Nine times the space that measures day and night To mortal men , he with his horrid crew Lay vanquish'd , rolling in the fiery gulf , Confounded though immortal : but his doom Reserved him to more wrath ; for now the thought Both ...
... arms . Nine times the space that measures day and night To mortal men , he with his horrid crew Lay vanquish'd , rolling in the fiery gulf , Confounded though immortal : but his doom Reserved him to more wrath ; for now the thought Both ...
Pągina 4
... arm'd , That durst dislike his reign , and , me preferring , His utmost power with adverse power opposed In dubious ... arms not worse , in foresight much advanced , We may with more successful hope resolve To wage by force or guile ...
... arm'd , That durst dislike his reign , and , me preferring , His utmost power with adverse power opposed In dubious ... arms not worse , in foresight much advanced , We may with more successful hope resolve To wage by force or guile ...
Pągina 7
... arms to try what may be yet Regain'd in heaven , or what more lost in hell ? So Satan spake , and him Beelzebub Thus answer'd : Leader of those armies bright , Which but the Omnipotent none could have foil'd , If once they hear that ...
... arms to try what may be yet Regain'd in heaven , or what more lost in hell ? So Satan spake , and him Beelzebub Thus answer'd : Leader of those armies bright , Which but the Omnipotent none could have foil'd , If once they hear that ...
Pągina 8
... arm'd Hath vex'd the Red Sea coast , whose waves o'erthrew Busiris and his Memphian chivalry , While with perfidious ... arms and ensigns , till anon His swift pursuers from heaven - gates discern The advantage , and descending tread us ...
... arm'd Hath vex'd the Red Sea coast , whose waves o'erthrew Busiris and his Memphian chivalry , While with perfidious ... arms and ensigns , till anon His swift pursuers from heaven - gates discern The advantage , and descending tread us ...
Pągina 12
... arms and trophies ; all the while Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds : At which the universal host up sent A shout that tore hell's concave , and beyond Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night . All in a moment through the gloom ...
... arms and trophies ; all the while Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds : At which the universal host up sent A shout that tore hell's concave , and beyond Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night . All in a moment through the gloom ...
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Adam agni angels ANTISTROPHE appear'd arm'd arms aught behold bliss bright call'd cherub cherubim Chor cloud Comus Dagon dark death deeds deep delight didst divine doth dread dwell earth eternal evil eyes fair Father Faunus fear fire flame flowers fręna fruit glory gods grace hand happy hast hath heard heart heaven heavenly hell hill honour Israel John Milton Jove King light live Lord Lycidas Messiah mihi mortal Muse night numina nymphs o'er pain Paradise pass'd peace Philistines Phoebus praise quę reign return'd round Satan scape seat seem'd serpent shade shalt sight Son of God song soon soul spake spirits stood strength sweet taste Thammuz thee thence thine things thou art thou hast thoughts throne Thyrsis thyself tibi tree Tu quoque turn'd vex'd virtue voice whence winds wings wonder
Passatges populars
Pągina 283 - With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow To the full-voiced quire below In service high and anthems clear As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
Pągina 272 - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame, nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
Pągina 312 - AVENGE, O Lord, Thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; Even them, who kept Thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not. In Thy book record their groans, Who were Thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks.
Pągina 276 - 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 forever from his eyes.
Pągina 314 - Old Law did save, And such as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...
Pągina 281 - Gently o'er the accustomed oak. Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy! 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.
Pągina 28 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ; She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Pągina 276 - Shepherds, weep no more ! For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Pągina 294 - 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.
Pągina 280 - Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys; Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sunbeams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus