The Poetical Works of John MiltonH. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1912 - 554 pàgines |
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Pàgina 3
... deep amaze Stand fixt in stedfast gaze , Bending one way their pretious influence , And will not take their flight , For all the morning light , Or Lucifer that often warn'd them thence ; But in their glimmering Orbs did glow , Untill ...
... deep amaze Stand fixt in stedfast gaze , Bending one way their pretious influence , And will not take their flight , For all the morning light , Or Lucifer that often warn'd them thence ; But in their glimmering Orbs did glow , Untill ...
Pàgina 5
... deep , And bid the weltring waves their oozy channel keep . XIII Ring out ye Crystall sphears , Once bless our human ears , ( If ye have power to touch our senses so ) And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the Base ...
... deep , And bid the weltring waves their oozy channel keep . XIII Ring out ye Crystall sphears , Once bless our human ears , ( If ye have power to touch our senses so ) And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the Base ...
Pàgina 6
... deep , With such a horrid clang As on mount Sinai rang XVII While the red fire , and smouldring clouds out brake : The aged Earth agast With terrour of that blast , Shall from the surface to the center shake ; When at the worlds last ...
... deep , With such a horrid clang As on mount Sinai rang XVII While the red fire , and smouldring clouds out brake : The aged Earth agast With terrour of that blast , Shall from the surface to the center shake ; When at the worlds last ...
Pàgina 14
... deep sorrow , He who with all Heav'ns heraldry whileare Enter'd the world , now bleeds to give us ease ; Alas , how soon our sin Sore doth begin His Infancy to sease ! 10 20 10 O more exceeding love or law more just ? Just ( 14 ) ...
... deep sorrow , He who with all Heav'ns heraldry whileare Enter'd the world , now bleeds to give us ease ; Alas , how soon our sin Sore doth begin His Infancy to sease ! 10 20 10 O more exceeding love or law more just ? Just ( 14 ) ...
Pàgina 18
... deep impression took , Then thou our fancy of it self bereaving , Dost make us Marble with too much conceaving ; And so Sepulcher'd in such pomp dost lie , That Kings for such a Tomb would wish to die . ] I On Shakespear . Reprinted ...
... deep impression took , Then thou our fancy of it self bereaving , Dost make us Marble with too much conceaving ; And so Sepulcher'd in such pomp dost lie , That Kings for such a Tomb would wish to die . ] I On Shakespear . Reprinted ...
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Adam agni amorous Angels Arms Battel behold bliss brest bright call'd Chor Clouds Comus Dagon dark Death deep delight didst Divine doth dwell e're Earth Eternal evil eyes fair fantastick farr Father fear Fruit giv'n glory Gods grace H. C. BEECHING Hæc hand happie hast hath heard Heav'n heav'nly Hell highth Hill honour Israel JOHN MILTON Jove King light live Lord lost Lycidas mihi Morn mortal night numina Nymphs o're Paradise Paradise Lost Paradise Regain'd peace praise quæ Quire rais'd repli'd round Samson Agonistes Satan seat seemd Serpent shades shalt shew sight sing Skie Son of God Song soon soul spake Spirit Starrs stood sweet taste thee thence thine things thir thou art thou hast thought Throne tibi Tree vertue voice wandring Warr winds wings words World
Passatges populars
Pàgina 260 - 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...
Pàgina 548 - 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 38 - Built in th'eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next Camus, reverend Sire, went footing slow, His Mantle hairy, and his Bonnet sedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscrib'd with woe. "Ah; Who hath reft" (quoth he) "my dearest pledge?
Pàgina 181 - A dungeon horrible on all sides round, As one great furnace flam'd ; yet from those flames No light ; but rather darkness visible Serv'd only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell ; hope never comes, That comes to all ; but torture without end Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed With ever-burning sulphur unconsumed...
Pàgina 19 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Pàgina 24 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age, Ennobled hath the buskined stage. But O, sad Virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower, Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what Love did seek.
Pàgina 274 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ! thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair: thyself how wondrous then, Unspeakable ! who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Pàgina 39 - That to the faithful herdman's art belongs ! What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw ; The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread : Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said : But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Pàgina 59 - How charming is divine Philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets, Where no crude surfeit reigns.
Pàgina 38 - What hard mishap hath doom'd this gentle swain ? And question'd every gust of rugged wings That blows from off each beaked promontory : They knew not of his story ; And sage Hippotades their answer brings, That not a blast was from his dungeon stray'd ; The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters play'd.