Milton's Poetical Works: With Life, Critical Dissertation, and Explanatory Notes, المجلد 2 |
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الصفحة xii
... that many noble poems , such as Young's Night Thoughts , Thomson's
Seasons , and Bailey's Festus , do not possess unity ; and when , to clench this
argument , we remember , 3dly , that the highest poetry confessedly ever poured
from the ...
... that many noble poems , such as Young's Night Thoughts , Thomson's
Seasons , and Bailey's Festus , do not possess unity ; and when , to clench this
argument , we remember , 3dly , that the highest poetry confessedly ever poured
from the ...
الصفحة xiii
... such as Young's Night Thoughts , Thomson's Seasons , and Bailey's Festus ,
do not possess unity ; and when , to clench this argument , we remember , 3dly ,
that the highest poetry confessedly ever poured from the deep heart of man —
that ...
... such as Young's Night Thoughts , Thomson's Seasons , and Bailey's Festus ,
do not possess unity ; and when , to clench this argument , we remember , 3dly ,
that the highest poetry confessedly ever poured from the deep heart of man —
that ...
الصفحة xv
Like great sculptors , he must work out his thought on colossal materials . He
means to give the history of Individual Will , perverted , and placed in deadly
antagonism with General Will , that is , with the Will of God ; and to this perverted
Will he ...
Like great sculptors , he must work out his thought on colossal materials . He
means to give the history of Individual Will , perverted , and placed in deadly
antagonism with General Will , that is , with the Will of God ; and to this perverted
Will he ...
الصفحة xx
Mammon is the downlooking Demon , and his words , like his thoughts , seek the
centre . Beelzebub's speeches , like his character , are calm , measured — his
talk is just thinking made audible , and has , withal , a cast of grave , terrific irony ...
Mammon is the downlooking Demon , and his words , like his thoughts , seek the
centre . Beelzebub's speeches , like his character , are calm , measured — his
talk is just thinking made audible , and has , withal , a cast of grave , terrific irony ...
الصفحة xxiii
... the edges of his thought sometimes dip into clouds , the centre is always as the
“ body of heaven in its clearness . ” The question as to who is the hero of the
Paradise Lost , has elicited much controversy , and led to divers unfounded
charges ...
... the edges of his thought sometimes dip into clouds , the centre is always as the
“ body of heaven in its clearness . ” The question as to who is the hero of the
Paradise Lost , has elicited much controversy , and led to divers unfounded
charges ...
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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...