The Poetical Works of John MiltonH. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1912 - 554 pàgines |
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Pàgina 4
... hearts and ears did greet , As never was by mortall finger strook , Divinely - warbled voice Answering the stringed noise , As all their souls in blisfull rapture took : The Air such pleasure loth to lose , With thousand echo's still ...
... hearts and ears did greet , As never was by mortall finger strook , Divinely - warbled voice Answering the stringed noise , As all their souls in blisfull rapture took : The Air such pleasure loth to lose , With thousand echo's still ...
Pàgina 15
... heart . 20 At a Solemn Musick . BLEST pair of Sirens , pledges of Heav'ns joy , Sphear - born harmonious Sisters , Voice , and Vers , Wed your divine sounds , and mixt power employ Dead things with inbreath'd sense able to pierce , And ...
... heart . 20 At a Solemn Musick . BLEST pair of Sirens , pledges of Heav'ns joy , Sphear - born harmonious Sisters , Voice , and Vers , Wed your divine sounds , and mixt power employ Dead things with inbreath'd sense able to pierce , And ...
Pàgina 18
... heart Hath from the leaves of thy unvalu'd Book , bords able Those Delphick lines with 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 ...
... heart Hath from the leaves of thy unvalu'd Book , bords able Those Delphick lines with 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 ...
Pàgina 20
... , And by men , heart - easing Mirth , Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more To Ivy - crowned Bacchus bore ; 20 30 10 Or whether ( as som Sager sing ) The frolick ( 20 ) Miscellaneous Poems . 'L'ALLEGRO.
... , And by men , heart - easing Mirth , Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more To Ivy - crowned Bacchus bore ; 20 30 10 Or whether ( as som Sager sing ) The frolick ( 20 ) Miscellaneous Poems . 'L'ALLEGRO.
Pàgina 28
... heart dost fill , While the jolly hours lead on propitious May , Thy liquid notes that close the eye of Day , First heard before the shallow Cuccoo's bill Portend success in love ; O if Joves will Have linkt that amorous power to thy ...
... heart dost fill , While the jolly hours lead on propitious May , Thy liquid notes that close the eye of Day , First heard before the shallow Cuccoo's bill Portend success in love ; O if Joves will Have linkt that amorous power to thy ...
Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
Frases i termes més freqüents
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.