Milton's Poetical Works: With Life, Critical Dissertation, and Explanatory Notes, المجلد 2 |
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Satan , with much semblance of humility , still endeavours to justify himself ; and ,
professing his admiration of Jesus , and his regard for virtue , requests to be
permitted at a future time to hear more of his conversation ; but is answered , that
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Satan , with much semblance of humility , still endeavours to justify himself ; and ,
professing his admiration of Jesus , and his regard for virtue , requests to be
permitted at a future time to hear more of his conversation ; but is answered , that
...
الصفحة 10
Awaken'd in me swarm , while I consider What from within I feel myself , and hear
What from without comes often to my ears , Ill sorting with my present state
compar'd ! When I was yet a child , no childish play To me was pleasing ; all my
mind ...
Awaken'd in me swarm , while I consider What from within I feel myself , and hear
What from without comes often to my ears , Ill sorting with my present state
compar'd ! When I was yet a child , no childish play To me was pleasing ; all my
mind ...
الصفحة 13
... Of Jordan honour'd so , and call'd the Son Of God : I saw and heard , for we
sometimes Who dwell this wild , constrain'd by want , come forth To town or
village nigh ( nighest is far ) , Where aught we hear , and curious are to hear
BOOK I. 13.
... Of Jordan honour'd so , and call'd the Son Of God : I saw and heard , for we
sometimes Who dwell this wild , constrain'd by want , come forth To town or
village nigh ( nighest is far ) , Where aught we hear , and curious are to hear
BOOK I. 13.
الصفحة 14
Where aught we hear , and curious are to hear What happens new ; fame also
finds us out . To whom the Son of God : Who brought me hither , Will bring me
hence ; no other guide I seek . By miracle he may , replied the swain ; What other
way ...
Where aught we hear , and curious are to hear What happens new ; fame also
finds us out . To whom the Son of God : Who brought me hither , Will bring me
hence ; no other guide I seek . By miracle he may , replied the swain ; What other
way ...
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... in good , or fair , Or virtuous ; I should so have lost all sense : What can be then
less in me than desire To see thee and approach thee , whom I know Declar'd the
son of God , to hear attent Thy wisdom , and behold thy God - like deeds ?
... in good , or fair , Or virtuous ; I should so have lost all sense : What can be then
less in me than desire To see thee and approach thee , whom I know Declar'd the
son of God , to hear attent Thy wisdom , and behold thy God - like deeds ?
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Amor Angels appear arms Atque begin bring brought comes dark death deep divine doth earth enemies eyes fair fall Father fear foes friends genius give glory gods grace hand hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven holy honour hope ipse keep king Lady land leave less light live look Lord lost means mihi Milton mind mortal nature never night once peace person poem praise quæ quid rest rise round Samson Satan seek seems shades shalt side sight sing song soon soul Spirit stand strength sweet tell thee things thou thou art thought throne tibi till true truth virtue voice whole winds wonder wood youth
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الصفحة 177 - And, when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
الصفحة 166 - But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes, And perfect witness of all-judging Jove ; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.
الصفحة 171 - 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, stretched 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 164 - That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring, Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string. Hence with denial vain, and coy excuse, So may some gentle Muse With lucky words favour my destin'd Urn, And as he passes turn, And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud.
الصفحة 217 - WHAT needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones The labour of an age in piled stones ? Or that his hallowed reliques should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid ? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name ? Thou in our Wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
الصفحة 172 - Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
الصفحة 176 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age, Ennobled hath the buskined stage. But O, sad Virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower, Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what Love did seek.
الصفحة 167 - 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 enamelled eyes, That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
الصفحة 131 - Was rife, and perfect in my listening ear, Yet nought but single darkness do I find. What might this be? A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands and shores and desert wildernesses.
الصفحة 175 - Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom, Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm, To bless the doors from nightly harm. Or let my lamp, at midnight hour, Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft out-watch the Bear...