The Poetical Works of John MiltonH. Froude, 1906 - 554 pàgines |
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Pàgina 21
... Wind that breathes the Spring , Zephir with Aurora playing , As he met her once a Maying , There on Beds of Violets blew , And fresh - blown Roses washt in dew , Fill'd her with thee a daughter fair , So bucksom , blith , and debonair ...
... Wind that breathes the Spring , Zephir with Aurora playing , As he met her once a Maying , There on Beds of Violets blew , And fresh - blown Roses washt in dew , Fill'd her with thee a daughter fair , So bucksom , blith , and debonair ...
Pàgina 27
... Winds are Piping loud , Or usher'd with a shower still , When the gust hath blown his fill , Ending on the russling Leaves , With minute drops from off the Eaves . And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams , me Goddes bring To ...
... Winds are Piping loud , Or usher'd with a shower still , When the gust hath blown his fill , Ending on the russling Leaves , With minute drops from off the Eaves . And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams , me Goddes bring To ...
Pàgina 34
... winds , and blasting vapours chill . And from the Boughs brush off the evil dew , And heal the harms of thwarting thunder blew , Or what the cross dire - looking Planet smites , Or hurtfull Worm with canker'd venom bites . When Eev'ning ...
... winds , and blasting vapours chill . And from the Boughs brush off the evil dew , And heal the harms of thwarting thunder blew , Or what the cross dire - looking Planet smites , Or hurtfull Worm with canker'd venom bites . When Eev'ning ...
Pàgina 38
... wind , Without the meed of som melodious tear . Begin then , Sisters of the sacred well , That from beneath the seat ... winds her sultry horn , 10 20 Batt'ning our flocks with the fresh dews of night , Oft till the Star that rose , at ...
... wind , Without the meed of som melodious tear . Begin then , Sisters of the sacred well , That from beneath the seat ... winds her sultry horn , 10 20 Batt'ning our flocks with the fresh dews of night , Oft till the Star that rose , at ...
Pàgina 40
... winds , 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 ...
... winds , 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 ...
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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