The Poetical Works of John MiltonJ.M. Dent & Sons, 1925 - 554 pàgines |
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Pàgina 10
... happy state , Favoured of Heaven so highly , to fall off From their Creator , and transgress his will For one restraint , lords of the World besides . Who first seduced them to that foul revolt ? The infernal Serpent ; he it was whose ...
... happy state , Favoured of Heaven so highly , to fall off From their Creator , and transgress his will For one restraint , lords of the World besides . Who first seduced them to that foul revolt ? The infernal Serpent ; he it was whose ...
Pàgina 11
... happy realms of light , Clothed with transcendent brightness , didst outshine Myriads , though bright - if he whom mutual league , United thoughts and counsels , equal hope And hazard in the glorious enterprise , 80 Joined with me once ...
... happy realms of light , Clothed with transcendent brightness , didst outshine Myriads , though bright - if he whom mutual league , United thoughts and counsels , equal hope And hazard in the glorious enterprise , 80 Joined with me once ...
Pàgina 13
... happy state Here swallowed up in endless misery . But what if he our Conqueror ( whom I now Of force believe almighty , since no less Than such could have o'erpowered such force as ours ) Have left us this our spirit and strength entire ...
... happy state Here swallowed up in endless misery . But what if he our Conqueror ( whom I now Of force believe almighty , since no less Than such could have o'erpowered such force as ours ) Have left us this our spirit and strength entire ...
Pàgina 15
... happy fields , Where joy for ever dwells ! Hail , horrors ! hail , Infernal World ! and thou , profoundest Hell , Receive thy new possessor - one who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time . The mind is its own place , and in ...
... happy fields , Where joy for ever dwells ! Hail , horrors ! hail , Infernal World ! and thou , profoundest Hell , Receive thy new possessor - one who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time . The mind is its own place , and in ...
Pàgina 34
... happy though but ill , for ill not worst , If we procure not to ourselves more woe . ' 99 Thus Belial , with words clothed in reason's garb , Counselled ignoble ease and peaceful sloth , Not peace ; and after him thus Mammon spake ...
... happy though but ill , for ill not worst , If we procure not to ourselves more woe . ' 99 Thus Belial , with words clothed in reason's garb , Counselled ignoble ease and peaceful sloth , Not peace ; and after him thus Mammon spake ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
Adam Angels arms aught beast Beelzebub behold Belial bliss bright Cherub Cherubim Chor cloud Comus creatures Dagon dark death deeds deep delight didst divine dread dwell Earth eternal evil eyes fair faith Father fear fell fierce fire flame fruit glory gods grace hand happy hast hath heard heart Heaven heavenly Hell highth hill honour hope Israel King lest light live Lord Lord Brackley lost Messiah Moloch mortal night o'er once pain Paradise Paradise Lost peace Philistines praise reign round Sams Satan scape seat Serpent shade shalt sight Smectymnuus Son of God song soon spake Spirits stood strength sweet taste temper Thammuz thee thence thine things thither thou art thou hast thought throne thunder thyself tree virtue voice W. H. D. ROUSE whence winds wings wonder
Passatges populars
Pàgina 56 - Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and, for the book of knowledge fair, Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Pàgina 444 - Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more." Return, Alpheus; the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams: return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks. Throw hither all your quaint...
Pàgina 404 - Spare Fast, that oft with Gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing; And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens takes his pleasure; But first and chiefest with thee bring, Him that yon...
Pàgina 443 - He asked the waves, and asked the felon winds, What hard mishap hath doomed this gentle swain ? And questioned 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 strayed : The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters played.
Pàgina 390 - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance, or breathed spell, Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Pàgina 445 - Through the dear might of him that walked 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 for ever from his eyes.
Pàgina 444 - Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest. Blind mouths! that scarce themselves know how to hold A sheep-hook, or have learnt aught else the least That to the faithful Herdman's art belongs!
Pàgina 443 - Built in the eclipse, and rigged 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 inscribed with woe.
Pàgina 445 - Weep no more, woeful 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 227 - Rather than solid virtue : all but a rib Crooked by nature, bent, as now appears, More to the part sinister, from me drawn ; Well if thrown out, as supernumerary To my just number found. O ! why did God, Creator wise, that peopled highest heaven With spirits masculine, create at last This novelty on earth, this fair defect Of nature, and not fill the world at once With men, as angels, without feminine ; Or find some other way to generate Mankind?