The Poetical Works of John MiltonH. Froude, 1906 - 554 pàgines |
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Pàgina 13
... som pregnant cloud . This Subject the Author finding to be above the yeers he had , when he wrote it , and nothing satisfi'd with what was begun , left it unfinisht . 50 On Time . FLY envious Time , till thou run ( 13 ) The Passion .
... som pregnant cloud . This Subject the Author finding to be above the yeers he had , when he wrote it , and nothing satisfi'd with what was begun , left it unfinisht . 50 On Time . FLY envious Time , till thou run ( 13 ) The Passion .
Pàgina 15
... till he that dwelt above High thron'd in secret bliss , for us frail dust Emptied his glory , ev'n to nakednes ; And that great Cov'nant which we still transgress Intirely satisfi'd , And the full wrath beside Of vengeful Justice bore ...
... till he that dwelt above High thron'd in secret bliss , for us frail dust Emptied his glory , ev'n to nakednes ; And that great Cov'nant which we still transgress Intirely satisfi'd , And the full wrath beside Of vengeful Justice bore ...
Pàgina 16
... till God ere long To his celestial consort us unite , To live with him , and sing in endles morn of light . An Epitaph on the Marchioness of Winchester . THIS rich Marble doth enterr The honour'd Wife of Winchester , A Vicounts daughter ...
... till God ere long To his celestial consort us unite , To live with him , and sing in endles morn of light . An Epitaph on the Marchioness of Winchester . THIS rich Marble doth enterr The honour'd Wife of Winchester , A Vicounts daughter ...
Pàgina 22
... , And the jocond rebecks sound To many a youth , and many a maid , Dancing in the Chequer'd shade ; And young and old com forth to play On a Sunshine Holyday , 80 90 Till the live - long day - light fail , ( 22 ) Miscellaneous Poems .
... , And the jocond rebecks sound To many a youth , and many a maid , Dancing in the Chequer'd shade ; And young and old com forth to play On a Sunshine Holyday , 80 90 Till the live - long day - light fail , ( 22 ) Miscellaneous Poems .
Pàgina 23
John Milton Henry Charles Beeching. Till the live - long day - light fail , Then to the Spicy Nut - brown Ale , With stories told of many a feat , How Faery Mab the junkets eat , She was pincht , and pull'd she sed , And he by Friars ...
John Milton Henry Charles Beeching. Till the live - long day - light fail , Then to the Spicy Nut - brown Ale , With stories told of many a feat , How Faery Mab the junkets eat , She was pincht , and pull'd she sed , And he by Friars ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
Adam agni amorous Angels appeer Arms Atque Battel Beast behold bliss brest bright call'd Cherubim Cloud dark dayes Death deep delight didst Divine doth dread dwell Earth Eternal evil eyes fair farr Father fear fire fræna Fruit gastly Gates giv'n glory Gods grace Hæc hand happie hast hath heard heart Heav'n heav'nly Hell highth Hill honour ipse JOHN MILTON King light live Lord Lycidas malè Messiah mihi Morn night numina o're Olympo Paradise PARADISE LOST Paradise Regain'd peace praise PSAL quæ quid rais'd repli'd round Satan seat seemd Serpent shade shalt shew sight Skie Song soon Soul spake Spirits Starrs stood sweet taste thee thence thine things thir thou thou art thou hast thought Throne tibi Tree Tu quoque ulmo vertue wandring Warr whence winds wings World
Passatges populars
Pàgina 42 - other groves, and other streams along, With Nectar pure his oo/y Lock's he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptiall 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,
Pàgina 188 - Or in Valdarno, to descry new Lands, 290 Rivers or Mountains in her spotty Globe. His Spear, to equal which the tallest Pine Hewn on Norwegian hills, to be the Mast Of some great Ammiral, were but a wand, He walkt with to support uneasie steps Over the burning Marle,
Pàgina 40 - Jove; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in Heav'n expect thy meed. O Fountain Arethuse, and thou honour'd floud, Smooth-sliding Mincius, crown'd with vocall reeds, That strain I heard was of a higher mood: But now my Gate proceeds, And listens to the Herald of the Sea
Pàgina 199 - and how he fell 740 From Heav'n, they fabl'd, thrown by angry Jove Sheer o're the Chrystal Battlements : from Morn To Noon he fell, from Noon to dewy Eve, A Summers day; and with the setting Sun Dropt from the Zenith like a falling Star, On Lemnos th
Pàgina 85 - one Talent which is death to hide, Lodg'd with me useless, though my Soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, least he returning chide, Doth God exact day-labour, light deny'd, I fondly ask; But patience to prevent That murmur, soon replies, God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts, who best 10
Pàgina 260 - Glistring with dew, nor fragrance after showers, Nor grateful Evening mild, nor silent Night With this her solemn Bird, nor walk by Moon, Or glittering Starr-light without thee is sweet. But wherfore all night long shine these, for whom This glorious sight, when sleep hath shut all eyes ? Those have
Pàgina 3 - 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 brooding on the charmed wave. VI The Stars with deep amaze Stand fixt in stedfast gaze, Bending one way their
Pàgina 25 - Oft in glimmering Bowres, and glades He met her, and in secret shades Of woody Ida's inmost grove, While yet there was no fear of Jove. 30 Com pensive Nun, devout and pure, Sober, stedfast, and demure, All in a robe of darkest grain, Flowing with majestick train, And sable stole of Cipres Lawn,
Pàgina 275 - To Hill, or Valley, Fountain, or fresh shade Made vocal by my Song, and taught his praise. Hail universal Lord, be bounteous still To give us onely good; and if the night Have gathered aught of evil or conceald, Disperse it, as now light dispels the dark. So pray'd they innocent, and to thir
Pàgina 250 - Flours worthy of Paradise which not nice Art In Beds and curious Knots, but Nature boon Powrd forth profuse on Hill and Dale and Plaine, Both where the morning Sun first warmly smote The open field, and where the unpierc't shade Imbround the noontide Bowrs: Thus was this place, Groves whose rich Trees wept odorous Gumms and