The Poetical Works of John MiltonWard, Lock, and Company, 1881 - 460 pągines |
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Pągina 6
... wind transports a hill Torn from Pelorus , or the shatter'd side Of thundering Etna , whose combustible And fuel'd entrails thence conceiving fire , Sublimed with mineral fury , aid the winds , And leave a singed bottom , all involved ...
... wind transports a hill Torn from Pelorus , or the shatter'd side Of thundering Etna , whose combustible And fuel'd entrails thence conceiving fire , Sublimed with mineral fury , aid the winds , And leave a singed bottom , all involved ...
Pągina 8
... winds Orion arm'd Hath vex'd the Red Sea coast , whose waves o'erthrew Busiris and his Memphian chivalry , While ... wind , That o'er the realm of impious Pharaoh hung Like night , and darken'd all the land of Nile : So numberless were ...
... winds Orion arm'd Hath vex'd the Red Sea coast , whose waves o'erthrew Busiris and his Memphian chivalry , While ... wind , That o'er the realm of impious Pharaoh hung Like night , and darken'd all the land of Nile : So numberless were ...
Pągina 12
... wind , With gems and golden lustre rich emblazed , Seraphic 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 ...
... wind , With gems and golden lustre rich emblazed , Seraphic 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 ...
Pągina 15
... wind To many a row of pipes the soundboard breathes . Anon out of the earth a fabric huge Rose , like an exhalation , with the sound Of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet , Built like a temple , where pilasters round Were set , and ...
... wind To many a row of pipes the soundboard breathes . Anon out of the earth a fabric huge Rose , like an exhalation , with the sound Of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet , Built like a temple , where pilasters round Were set , and ...
Pągina 6
... wind transports a hill Torn from Pelorus , or the shatter'd side Of thundering Etna , whose combustible And fuel'd entrails thence conceiving fire , Sublimed with mineral fury , aid the winds , And leave a singed bottom , all involved ...
... wind transports a hill Torn from Pelorus , or the shatter'd side Of thundering Etna , whose combustible And fuel'd entrails thence conceiving fire , Sublimed with mineral fury , aid the winds , And leave a singed bottom , all involved ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
Adam angels answer'd ANTISTROPHE appear'd archangel arm'd arms aught beast behold Belial bliss bright call'd Canaan cherub cherubim Chor cloud Comus Dagon dark death deeds deep delight didst divine dread dwell earth Egypt eternal evil eyes fair Father fear fire fix'd flame flowers fruit glory gods grace hand happy hast hath heard heart heaven heavenly hell hill honour Israel John Milton King lest light live Lord lost Lycidas Messiah mortal night nymphs o'er pain Paradise PARADISE LOST pass'd peace Philistines praise reign return'd round sapience Satan scape seat seem'd serpent shade shalt sight Son of God song soon spake spirits stars stood strength sweet taste Thammuz thee thence thine things thither thou art thou hast thoughts throne thunder thyself tree 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