The Poetical Works of John MiltonWard, Lock, and Company, 1881 - 460 pàgines |
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Pàgina 6
... hand the flames Driven backward slope their pointing spires , and roll'd In billows leave in the midst a horrid vale . Then with expanded wings he steers his flight Aloft , incumbent on the dusky air , That felt unusual weight , till on ...
... hand the flames Driven backward slope their pointing spires , and roll'd In billows leave in the midst a horrid vale . Then with expanded wings he steers his flight Aloft , incumbent on the dusky air , That felt unusual weight , till on ...
Pàgina 16
... hand was known In heaven by many a tower'd structure high , Where sceptred angels held their residence , And sat as princes ; whom the supreme King Exalted to such power , and gave to rule , Each in his hierarchy , the orders bright ...
... hand was known In heaven by many a tower'd structure high , Where sceptred angels held their residence , And sat as princes ; whom the supreme King Exalted to such power , and gave to rule , Each in his hierarchy , the orders bright ...
Pàgina 25
... hand Abolish his own works . This would surpass Common revenge , and interrupt his joy In our confusion , and our joy upraise In his disturbance ; when his darling sons , Hurl'd headlong to partake with us , shall curse Their frail ...
... hand Abolish his own works . This would surpass Common revenge , and interrupt his joy In our confusion , and our joy upraise In his disturbance ; when his darling sons , Hurl'd headlong to partake with us , shall curse Their frail ...
Pàgina 6
... hand the flames Driven backward slope their pointing spires , and roll'd In billows leave in the midst a horrid vale . Then with expanded wings he steers his flight Aloft , incumbent on the dusky air , That felt unusual weight , till on ...
... hand the flames Driven backward slope their pointing spires , and roll'd In billows leave in the midst a horrid vale . Then with expanded wings he steers his flight Aloft , incumbent on the dusky air , That felt unusual weight , till on ...
Pàgina 17
... state , which far Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind , Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand Showers on her kings Barbaric pearl and gold , B Satan exalted sat , by merit raised To that bad PARADISE LOST . 17.
... state , which far Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind , Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand Showers on her kings Barbaric pearl and gold , B Satan exalted sat , by merit raised To that bad PARADISE LOST . 17.
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Frases i termes més freqüents
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 fræna 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 quæ 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
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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