The Poetical Works of John MiltonWard, Lock, and Company, 1881 - 460 pàgines |
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Pàgina 5
... hath recall'd His ministers of vengeance and pursuit Back to the gates of heaven ; the sulphurous hail , Shot after us in storm , o'erblown , hath laid The fiery surge , that from the precipice Of heaven received us falling ; and the ...
... hath recall'd His ministers of vengeance and pursuit Back to the gates of heaven ; the sulphurous hail , Shot after us in storm , o'erblown , hath laid The fiery surge , that from the precipice Of heaven received us falling ; and the ...
Pàgina 6
... hath equall'd , force hath made supreme Above his equals . Farewell , happy fields , Where joy for ever dwells : hail , horrors ; 6 PARADISE LOST .
... hath equall'd , force hath made supreme Above his equals . Farewell , happy fields , Where joy for ever dwells : hail , horrors ; 6 PARADISE LOST .
Pàgina 7
... hath made greater ? Here at least We shall be free ; the Almighty hath not built Here for his envy , will not drive us hence : Here we may reign secure , and in my choice To reign is worth ambition , though in hell : Better to reign in ...
... hath made greater ? Here at least We shall be free ; the Almighty hath not built Here for his envy , will not drive us hence : Here we may reign secure , and in my choice To reign is worth ambition , though in hell : Better to reign in ...
Pàgina 8
... Hath vex'd the Red Sea coast , whose waves o'erthrew Busiris and his Memphian chivalry , While with perfidious hatred they pursued The sojourners of Goshen , who beheld From the safe shore their floating carcases And broken chariot ...
... Hath vex'd the Red Sea coast , whose waves o'erthrew Busiris and his Memphian chivalry , While with perfidious hatred they pursued The sojourners of Goshen , who beheld From the safe shore their floating carcases And broken chariot ...
Pàgina 14
... Hath emptied heaven , shall fail to reascend Self - raised , and repossess their native seat ? For me , be witness all the host of heaven , If counsels different or danger shunn'd By me have lost our hopes : but he , who reigns Monarch ...
... Hath emptied heaven , shall fail to reascend Self - raised , and repossess their native seat ? For me , be witness all the host of heaven , If counsels different or danger shunn'd By me have lost our hopes : but he , who reigns Monarch ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
Adam agni angels ANTISTROPHE appear'd arm'd arms aught behold bliss bright call'd cherub cherubim Chor cloud Comus Dagon dark death deeds deep delight didst divine doth dread dwell earth eternal evil eyes fair Father Faunus fear fire flame flowers fræna fruit glory gods grace hand happy hast hath heard heart heaven heavenly hell hill honour Israel John Milton Jove King light live Lord Lycidas Messiah mihi mortal Muse night numina nymphs o'er pain Paradise pass'd peace Philistines Phoebus praise quæ reign return'd round Satan scape seat seem'd serpent shade shalt sight Son of God song soon soul spake spirits stood strength sweet taste Thammuz thee thence thine things thou art thou hast thoughts throne Thyrsis thyself tibi tree Tu quoque turn'd vex'd virtue voice whence winds wings wonder
Passatges populars
Pàgina 283 - With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow To the full-voiced quire below In service high and anthems clear As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
Pàgina 272 - 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 312 - AVENGE, O Lord, Thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; Even them, who kept Thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not. In Thy book record their groans, Who were Thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks.
Pàgina 276 - Through the dear might of Him that walk'd the waves, Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial 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, And wipe the tears forever from his eyes.
Pàgina 314 - Old Law did save, And such as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...
Pàgina 281 - Gently o'er the accustomed oak. Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy! Thee, chauntress, oft the woods among I woo, to hear thy even-song; And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green. To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon. Like one that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud.
Pàgina 28 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ; She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Pàgina 276 - Shepherds, weep no more ! For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Pàgina 294 - This is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring; For so the holy sages once did sing That he our deadly forfeit should release, And with his Father work us a perpetual peace.
Pàgina 280 - Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys; Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sunbeams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus