Milton's Poetical Works: With Life, Critical Dissertation, and Explanatory Notes, المجلد 2 |
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... that I no more should live obscure , But openly begin , as best becomes , The
authority which I derived from Heaven . And now by some strong motion I am led
Into this wilderness , to what intent I learn not yet ; perhaps I need not know , For ...
... that I no more should live obscure , But openly begin , as best becomes , The
authority which I derived from Heaven . And now by some strong motion I am led
Into this wilderness , to what intent I learn not yet ; perhaps I need not know , For ...
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By miracle he may , replied the swain ; What other way I see not ; for we here Live
on tough roots and stubs , to thirst inur'd More than the camel , and to drink go far
, Men to much misery and hardship born : But , if thou be the Son of God ...
By miracle he may , replied the swain ; What other way I see not ; for we here Live
on tough roots and stubs , to thirst inur'd More than the camel , and to drink go far
, Men to much misery and hardship born : But , if thou be the Son of God ...
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... to be by such extolld , To live upon their tongues , and be their talk , , Of whom
to be disprais'd were no small praise ? His lot who dares be singularly good . The
intelligent among them and the wise Are few , and glory scarce of few is rais'd .
... to be by such extolld , To live upon their tongues , and be their talk , , Of whom
to be disprais'd were no small praise ? His lot who dares be singularly good . The
intelligent among them and the wise Are few , and glory scarce of few is rais'd .
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By what he taught , and suffer'd for so doing , For truth's sake suffering death ,
unjust , lives now Equal in fame to proudest conquerours . Yet if for fame and
glory aught be done , Aught suffer'd ; if young African 1 for fame His wasted
country ...
By what he taught , and suffer'd for so doing , For truth's sake suffering death ,
unjust , lives now Equal in fame to proudest conquerours . Yet if for fame and
glory aught be done , Aught suffer'd ; if young African 1 for fame His wasted
country ...
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... whence to thee this zeal ? Where was it then For Israel , or for David , or his
throne , When thou stood'st up his tempter to the pride Of numbering Israël ,
which cost the lives Of threescore and ten thousand Israelites By three days '
pestilence ...
... whence to thee this zeal ? Where was it then For Israel , or for David , or his
throne , When thou stood'st up his tempter to the pride Of numbering Israël ,
which cost the lives Of threescore and ten thousand Israelites By three days '
pestilence ...
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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...