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الصفحة viii
Whole articles have been written , to answer some of its separate dicta , or abate
the force of some of its single sneers ! Most of those who have replied to it , have
weakened their cause by towering into a passion , and calling the old ...
Whole articles have been written , to answer some of its separate dicta , or abate
the force of some of its single sneers ! Most of those who have replied to it , have
weakened their cause by towering into a passion , and calling the old ...
الصفحة xxi
... would have combined the rugged force of the Agonistes with a far richer , more
imaginative , and passionate treatment , and would have stood more
conspicuously and colossally alone among the Dramas , than it does now among
the Epics ...
... would have combined the rugged force of the Agonistes with a far richer , more
imaginative , and passionate treatment , and would have stood more
conspicuously and colossally alone among the Dramas , than it does now among
the Epics ...
الصفحة xxiii
With greater force he has been accused of harsh inversions , ellipses , and
frequent obscurity ; but his darkness , we must remember , is never deliberate ,
and seldom very dense ; he never , like many in modern days , sets himself on
purpose ...
With greater force he has been accused of harsh inversions , ellipses , and
frequent obscurity ; but his darkness , we must remember , is never deliberate ,
and seldom very dense ; he never , like many in modern days , sets himself on
purpose ...
الصفحة xxx
His hand has few flowers in it , it strains rather at the pillars , and uses them as
the instruments of its terrible concentrated force . His spirit is that of Abimelech ,
when he cried to his armour - bearer , “ Say not a woman slew me . ” Samson
must ...
His hand has few flowers in it , it strains rather at the pillars , and uses them as
the instruments of its terrible concentrated force . His spirit is that of Abimelech ,
when he cried to his armour - bearer , “ Say not a woman slew me . ” Samson
must ...
الصفحة 6
... his lineaments , though in his face The glimpses of his Father's glory shine . Ye
see our danger on the utmost edge Of hazard , which admits no long debate , But
must with something sudden be oppos'd ( Not force 6 PARADISE REGAINED .
... his lineaments , though in his face The glimpses of his Father's glory shine . Ye
see our danger on the utmost edge Of hazard , which admits no long debate , But
must with something sudden be oppos'd ( Not force 6 PARADISE REGAINED .
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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...
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| العنوان | Milton's Poetical Works: With Life, Critical Dissertation, and Explanatory Notes, المجلد 2 Milton's Poetical Works: With Life, Critical Dissertation, and Explanatory Notes, George Gilfillan |
| المؤلفون | John Milton, George Gilfillan |
| الناشر | James Nichol, 1853 |
| أصلي من | جامعة كاليفورنيا |
| الكتب ذات التنسيق الرقمي | 14 تموز (يوليو) 2007 |
| تصدير الاقتباس | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |