The Poetical Works of John MiltonWard, Lock, and Company, 1881 - 460 من الصفحات |
من داخل الكتاب
النتائج 1-5 من 85
الصفحة 2
... wings outspread Dove - like sat'st brooding on the vast abyss , And madest it pregnant : what in me is dark , Illumine ; what is low , raise and support ; That to the height of this great argument I may assert Eternal Providence , And ...
... wings outspread Dove - like sat'st brooding on the vast abyss , And madest it pregnant : what in me is dark , Illumine ; what is low , raise and support ; That to the height of this great argument I may assert Eternal Providence , And ...
الصفحة 5
... Wing'd with red lightning and impetuous rage , Perhaps hath spent his shafts , and ceases now To bellow through the vast and boundless deep Let us not slip the occasion , whether scorn Or satiate fury yield it from our Foe . Seest thou ...
... Wing'd with red lightning and impetuous rage , Perhaps hath spent his shafts , and ceases now To bellow through the vast and boundless deep Let us not slip the occasion , whether scorn Or satiate fury yield it from our Foe . Seest thou ...
الصفحة 6
... wings he steers his flight Aloft , incumbent on the dusky air , That felt unusual weight , till on dry land He lights , if it were land that ever burn'd With solid , as the lake with liquid , fire ; And such appear'd in hue , as when ...
... wings he steers his flight Aloft , incumbent on the dusky air , That felt unusual weight , till on dry land He lights , if it were land that ever burn'd With solid , as the lake with liquid , fire ; And such appear'd in hue , as when ...
الصفحة 8
... wing , as when men wont to watch On duty , sleeping found by whom they dread , Rouse and bestir themselves ere well awake . Nor did they not perceive the evil plight In which they were , or the fierce pains not feel ; Yet to their ...
... wing , as when men wont to watch On duty , sleeping found by whom they dread , Rouse and bestir themselves ere well awake . Nor did they not perceive the evil plight In which they were , or the fierce pains not feel ; Yet to their ...
الصفحة 14
... wing to wing , and half enclose him round With all his peers : attention held them mute . Thrice he essay'd , and thrice in spite of scorn Tears , such as angels weep , burst forth ; at last Words interwove with sighs found out their ...
... wing to wing , and half enclose him round With all his peers : attention held them mute . Thrice he essay'd , and thrice in spite of scorn Tears , such as angels weep , burst forth ; at last Words interwove with sighs found out their ...
طبعات أخرى - عرض جميع المقتطفات
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Adam agni angels ANTISTROPHE appear'd arm'd arms aught behold bliss bright call'd cherub cherubim Chor cloud Comus Dagon dark death deeds deep delight didst divine doth dread dwell earth eternal evil eyes fair Father Faunus fear fire flame flowers fræna fruit glory gods grace hand happy hast hath heard heart heaven heavenly hell hill honour Israel John Milton Jove King light live Lord Lycidas Messiah mihi mortal Muse night numina nymphs o'er pain Paradise pass'd peace Philistines Phoebus praise quæ reign return'd round Satan scape seat seem'd serpent shade shalt sight Son of God song soon soul spake spirits stood strength sweet taste Thammuz thee thence thine things thou art thou hast thoughts throne Thyrsis thyself tibi tree Tu quoque turn'd vex'd virtue voice whence winds wings wonder
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 283 - With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow To the full-voiced quire below In service high and anthems clear As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
الصفحة 272 - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame, nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
الصفحة 312 - AVENGE, O Lord, Thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; Even them, who kept Thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not. In Thy book record their groans, Who were Thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks.
الصفحة 276 - Through the dear might of Him that walk'd the waves, Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and, singing, in their glory move, And wipe the tears forever from his eyes.
الصفحة 314 - Old Law did save, And such as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...
الصفحة 281 - Gently o'er the accustomed oak. Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy! Thee, chauntress, oft the woods among I woo, to hear thy even-song; And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green. To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon. Like one that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud.
الصفحة 28 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ; She all night long her amorous descant sung...
الصفحة 276 - Shepherds, weep no more ! For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
الصفحة 294 - This is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring; For so the holy sages once did sing That he our deadly forfeit should release, And with his Father work us a perpetual peace.
الصفحة 280 - Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys; Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sunbeams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus