The Poetical Works of John MiltonArundel Print, 1881 - 627 pàgines |
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Pàgina xlvi
... Lost had been completed . For , when the Great Plague broke out in London in 1665 , and Milton ( perhaps driven from his house by the fact that Bunhill Fields had been chosen as a “ pest - field " where the dead could be buried in pits ) ...
... Lost had been completed . For , when the Great Plague broke out in London in 1665 , and Milton ( perhaps driven from his house by the fact that Bunhill Fields had been chosen as a “ pest - field " where the dead could be buried in pits ) ...
Pàgina 67
... lost , adjudged to death and hell By doom severe , had not the Son of GOD , In whom the fulness dwells of love divine , His dearest mediation thus renew'd . Father , thy word is pass'd , man shall find grace ; And shall grace not find ...
... lost , adjudged to death and hell By doom severe , had not the Son of GOD , In whom the fulness dwells of love divine , His dearest mediation thus renew'd . Father , thy word is pass'd , man shall find grace ; And shall grace not find ...
Pàgina 334
... lost Much lustre of my native brightness , lost To be beloved of GOD , I have not lost To love , at least contemplate and admire , What I see excellent in good , or fair , Or virtuous ; I should so have lost all sense . What can be then ...
... lost Much lustre of my native brightness , lost To be beloved of GOD , I have not lost To love , at least contemplate and admire , What I see excellent in good , or fair , Or virtuous ; I should so have lost all sense . What can be then ...
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Adam Ægypt Aldersgate Street Andrew Marvell angels answer'd appear'd arm'd arms aught beast behold bliss bright Bunhill Fields call'd Cherubim cloud creatures dark death deep delight divine dread dwell earth English eternal ev'ning evil eyes fair father fear fire flow'rs friends fruit gates glory Gods grace hand happy hath head heard heart heav'n heav'nly hell highth hill John Milton join'd King lest light live Long Parliament Lord Lycidas Milton morn night o'er pain paradise Paradise Lost Parliament pass'd peace Petty France praise Presbyterians Psalm reign replied return'd round SAMSON AGONISTES Satan seat seem'd serpent shalt sight Son of GOD Sonnet soon spake spirits stars stood sweet taste thee thence thine things thither thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tree turn'd vex'd virtue voice wand'ring whence winds wings