The Poetical Works of John MiltonH. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1912 - 554 pàgines |
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Pàgina 3
... night Wherin the Prince of light His raign of peace upon the earth began : The Windes with wonder whist , Smoothly the waters kist , Whispering new joyes to the milde Ocean , Who now hath quite forgot to rave , While Birds of Calm sit ...
... night Wherin the Prince of light His raign of peace upon the earth began : The Windes with wonder whist , Smoothly the waters kist , Whispering new joyes to the milde Ocean , Who now hath quite forgot to rave , While Birds of Calm sit ...
Pàgina 4
... night array'd , The helmed Cherubim And sworded Seraphim , Are seen in glittering ranks with wings displaid , Harping in loud and solemn quire , With unexpressive notes to Heav'ns new - born Heir . 90 IoI 110 XII Such Musick ( as ' tis ...
... night array'd , The helmed Cherubim And sworded Seraphim , Are seen in glittering ranks with wings displaid , Harping in loud and solemn quire , With unexpressive notes to Heav'ns new - born Heir . 90 IoI 110 XII Such Musick ( as ' tis ...
Pàgina 8
... Night - steeds , leaving their Moon - lov'd maze . XXVII But see the Virgin blest , Hath laid her Babe to rest . Time is our tedious Song should here have ending , Hath fixt her polisht Car , Heav'ns youngest teemed Star , 240 Her ...
... Night - steeds , leaving their Moon - lov'd maze . XXVII But see the Virgin blest , Hath laid her Babe to rest . Time is our tedious Song should here have ending , Hath fixt her polisht Car , Heav'ns youngest teemed Star , 240 Her ...
Pàgina 10
... night , Amongst her spangled sisters bright . For , & c . He with his thunder - clasping hand , Smote the first - born of Egypt Land . For , & c . And in despight of Pharao fell , 20 20 30 40 He brought from thence his Israel . For ...
... night , Amongst her spangled sisters bright . For , & c . He with his thunder - clasping hand , Smote the first - born of Egypt Land . For , & c . And in despight of Pharao fell , 20 20 30 40 He brought from thence his Israel . For ...
Pàgina 12
... night . II For now to sorrow must I tune my song , And set my Harpe to notes of saddest wo , Which on our dearest Lord did sease er'e long , Dangers , and snares , and wrongs , and worse then so , Which he for us did freely undergo ...
... night . II For now to sorrow must I tune my song , And set my Harpe to notes of saddest wo , Which on our dearest Lord did sease er'e long , Dangers , and snares , and wrongs , and worse then so , Which he for us did freely undergo ...
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.