Milton's Poetical Works: With Life, Critical Dissertation, and Explanatory Notes, المجلد 2 |
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... tells him that he knows who he is . Satan instantly avows himself , and offers an
artful apology for himself and his conduct . Our blessed Lord severely reprimands
him , and refutes every part of his justification . Satan , with much semblance ...
... tells him that he knows who he is . Satan instantly avows himself , and offers an
artful apology for himself and his conduct . Our blessed Lord severely reprimands
him , and refutes every part of his justification . Satan , with much semblance ...
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Or should she , confident , As sitting queen ador'd on Beauty's throne , Descend
with all her winning charms begirt To enamour , as the zone of Venus once
Wrought that effect on Jove , so fables tell ; How would one look from his
majestick ...
Or should she , confident , As sitting queen ador'd on Beauty's throne , Descend
with all her winning charms begirt To enamour , as the zone of Venus once
Wrought that effect on Jove , so fables tell ; How would one look from his
majestick ...
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Others of some note , As story tells , have trod this wilderness ; The fugitive bond -
woman , with her son Outcast Nebaioth , yet found here relief Hagar was the
fugitive slave ; Nebaioth her grandson . By a providing Angel ; all the race Of
Israel ...
Others of some note , As story tells , have trod this wilderness ; The fugitive bond -
woman , with her son Outcast Nebaioth , yet found here relief Hagar was the
fugitive slave ; Nebaioth her grandson . By a providing Angel ; all the race Of
Israel ...
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Tell me , if food were now before thee set , Wouldst thou not eat ? - Thereafter as I
like The giver , answer'd Jesus.- Why should that Cause thy refusal ? said the
subtle Fiend . Hast thou not right to all created things ? Owe not all creatures by ...
Tell me , if food were now before thee set , Wouldst thou not eat ? - Thereafter as I
like The giver , answer'd Jesus.- Why should that Cause thy refusal ? said the
subtle Fiend . Hast thou not right to all created things ? Owe not all creatures by ...
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Satan then urges our Lord respecting his claim to the throne of David ; he tells
him that the kingdom of Judea , being at that time a province of Rome , cannot be
got possession of without much personal exertion on his part , and presses him to
...
Satan then urges our Lord respecting his claim to the throne of David ; he tells
him that the kingdom of Judea , being at that time a province of Rome , cannot be
got possession of without much personal exertion on his part , and presses him to
...
ما يقوله الناس - كتابة مراجعة
لم نعثر على أي مراجعات في الأماكن المعتادة.
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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...