The poetical works of John Milton, with life and notes [by G. Gilfillan]. The text ed. by C.C. Clarke1874 |
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الصفحة xvii
... angels " better than even that stately senate to which it was addressed . It is almost entirely free from the quaintness , stiffness , and involution which mark his ordinary prose - style , and rises more easily into its altitudes . It ...
... angels " better than even that stately senate to which it was addressed . It is almost entirely free from the quaintness , stiffness , and involution which mark his ordinary prose - style , and rises more easily into its altitudes . It ...
الصفحة xx
... angels ere entering the halls of Pandemonium , was dwarfed and dwindled . passages from his Defensio are worthy of all admiration- those , namely , describing Cromwell and Bradshaw , pictures which reduce to mere daubs all the sketches ...
... angels ere entering the halls of Pandemonium , was dwarfed and dwindled . passages from his Defensio are worthy of all admiration- those , namely , describing Cromwell and Bradshaw , pictures which reduce to mere daubs all the sketches ...
الصفحة xxvi
... angels , now talking familiarly to Adam , and now plucking up , and tossing to and fro , the rooted hills of heaven . " Truly , " says Johnson , " he was born for whatever was arduous , and difficulties vanished at his touch . " After ...
... angels , now talking familiarly to Adam , and now plucking up , and tossing to and fro , the rooted hills of heaven . " Truly , " says Johnson , " he was born for whatever was arduous , and difficulties vanished at his touch . " After ...
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... angels , was , by the command of God , driven out of heaven , with all his crew , into the great deep . Which action passed over , the poem hastens into the midst of things , presenting Satan , with his angels , now fallen into hell ...
... angels , was , by the command of God , driven out of heaven , with all his crew , into the great deep . Which action passed over , the poem hastens into the midst of things , presenting Satan , with his angels , now fallen into hell ...
الصفحة 4
... all his host Of rebel Angels ; by whose aid aspiring To set himself in glory above his peers , 1 ' Siloa : ' a small brook flowing near the Temple of Jerusalem . 30 He trusted to have equall'd the Most High , If 4 . PARADISE LOST .
... all his host Of rebel Angels ; by whose aid aspiring To set himself in glory above his peers , 1 ' Siloa : ' a small brook flowing near the Temple of Jerusalem . 30 He trusted to have equall'd the Most High , If 4 . PARADISE LOST .
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Adam agni Angels arm'd arms aught beast behold bliss bright burning lake call'd cloud Comus Dagon dark death deep delight didst divine doth dread dwell earth eternal Euripides evil eyes fair Father fear fire fruit glory gods grace hand happy hath heard heart Heaven heavenly Hell highth hill honour ipse JOHN MILTON King light live Lord lost Lycidas malè Messiah mihi Milton morn mortal night numina o'er Paradise Paradise Lost Paradise Regained pass'd peace Philistines poem praise quæ rais'd reign return'd round Samson Samson Agonistes Satan seat seem'd serpent shade shalt sight Son of God song soon soul spake Spirit St Paul's school stood strength sweet taste thee thence thine things thou thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi tree turn'd vex'd virtue voice whence wings wonder
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الصفحة 44 - And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. *° So much the rather thou, celestial Light, Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate ; there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight.
الصفحة 158 - Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse ; Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning ; The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...
الصفحة 152 - Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies. For, so to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise; Ay me ! whilst thee the shores and sounding seas Wash far away, where'er thy bones are hurl'd, Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps, under the whelming tide, Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world...
الصفحة 155 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull Night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled Dawn doth rise ; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good morrow, Through the sweet-briar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
الصفحة 157 - When, in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day-labourers could not end ;Then lies him down the lubber fiend. And, stretch'd out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength ; And, crop-full, out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
الصفحة 208 - As one who, long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air, Forth issuing on a summer's morn, to breathe Among the pleasant villages and farms Adjoin'd, from each thing met conceives delight ; The smell of grain, or tedded grass, or kine, Or dairy, each rural sight, each rural sound...
الصفحة 2 - Above them all the archangel : but his face Deep scars of thunder had intrench'd ; and care Sat on his faded cheek, but under brows Of dauntless courage, and considerate pride Waiting revenge ; cruel his eye, but cast Signs of remorse and passion, to behold The fellows of his crime, the followers rather (Far other once beheld in bliss), condemn'd For ever now to have their lot in pain...
الصفحة 152 - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freak'd with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears : Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
الصفحة 68 - Me miserable ! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair ? Which way I fly is hell ; myself am hell ; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep Still threatening to devour me, opens wide, To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.
الصفحة 2 - Their dread commander ; he, above the rest In shape and gesture proudly eminent, Stood like a tower ; his form had yet not lost All her original brightness ; nor appear'd Less than archangel ruin'd, and the excess Of glory obscured ; as when the sun, new risen, Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams ; or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.