Paradise LostGeo. S. Appleton, 1851 - 415 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة xvi
... praising . To show this , I must cite one more stanza : - And sullen Moloch , fled , Hath left in shadows dread His burning idol all of blackest hue : In vain with cymbals ' ring They call the grisly king In dismal dance about the ...
... praising . To show this , I must cite one more stanza : - And sullen Moloch , fled , Hath left in shadows dread His burning idol all of blackest hue : In vain with cymbals ' ring They call the grisly king In dismal dance about the ...
الصفحة xix
... praises with congenial enthusiasm , and which was duly fulfilled to its utmost extent . This poem may be taken as perfectly biographical , as well as poetical ; I think it proper , therefore , to give the whole poem , as translated by ...
... praises with congenial enthusiasm , and which was duly fulfilled to its utmost extent . This poem may be taken as perfectly biographical , as well as poetical ; I think it proper , therefore , to give the whole poem , as translated by ...
الصفحة xx
... praises to his verse he owes . Nor thou persist , I pray thee , still to slight The sacred Nine , and to imagine vain And useless powers , by whom inspired , thyself Art skilful to associate verse with airs Harmonious , and to give the ...
... praises to his verse he owes . Nor thou persist , I pray thee , still to slight The sacred Nine , and to imagine vain And useless powers , by whom inspired , thyself Art skilful to associate verse with airs Harmonious , and to give the ...
الصفحة xxii
... praises of my sire Improve the fathers of a distant age . In 1627 , Milton wrote his first Latin elegy , addressed to Charles Deodate , * in answer to a letter from Cheshire . Milton's Latin epistles are written in the style of Ovid ...
... praises of my sire Improve the fathers of a distant age . In 1627 , Milton wrote his first Latin elegy , addressed to Charles Deodate , * in answer to a letter from Cheshire . Milton's Latin epistles are written in the style of Ovid ...
الصفحة xxvi
... impartiality , and confer neither praise nor blame from un- founded prejudice . This poem is so far from deserving the character applied to it by Johnson , that " the diction is harsh , the rhymes uncertain , and the xxvi LIFE OF MILTON .
... impartiality , and confer neither praise nor blame from un- founded prejudice . This poem is so far from deserving the character applied to it by Johnson , that " the diction is harsh , the rhymes uncertain , and the xxvi LIFE OF MILTON .
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Adam Adam and Eve Addison Æneid Almighty ancient angels appear beautiful behold bliss bright call'd Chaos character cherubim cloud Comus creation creatures dark death deep delight divine earth eternal evil eyes fable fair Father fire fruit gates genius glory grace happy hath heart heaven heavenly hell holy Homer honour human Iliad imagery imagination infernal invention John Milton King language learning less light live Lord Lycidas mankind Messiah Milton mind Moloch moral Muse nature never NEWTON night o'er observes Ovid Paradise Lost Paradise Regained passage passion perhaps poem poet poetical poetry praise reader rebel angels Samson Agonistes Satan says Scripture seem'd sentiments serpent sight spake speech Spenser spirit stood sublime sweet taste thee thence thine things thou hast thought throne tree verse vex'd Virgil virtue voice Warton whence wings wonder words
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الصفحة 113 - Spanish poets of prime note have rejected rime both in longer and shorter works, as have also long since our best English tragedies, as a thing of itself, to all judicious ears, trivial and of no true musical delight; which consists only in apt numbers, fit quantity of syllables, and the sense variously drawn out from one verse into another...
الصفحة 175 - Thus with the year Seasons return ; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and everduring dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
الصفحة 175 - And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. So much the rather thou, celestial Light, Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate ; there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight.
الصفحة xvi - The Oracles are dumb ; No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance, or breathed spell, Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
الصفحة xxx - Arm his profane tongue with contemptuous words Against the sun-clad power of Chastity Fain would I something say; — yet to what end? Thou hast nor ear, nor soul, to apprehend The sublime notion and high mystery That must be uttered to unfold the sage And serious doctrine of Virginity; And thou art worthy that thou shouldst not know More happiness than this thy present lot.
الصفحة 122 - The seat of desolation, void of light, Save what the glimmering of these livid flames Casts pale and dreadful ? thither let us tend From off the tossing of these fiery waves ; There rest, if any rest can...
الصفحة 124 - What matter where, if I be still the same, And what I should be, all but less than he Whom thunder hath made greater?
الصفحة lxxx - Those other two, equalled with me in fate So were I equalled with them in renown, Blind Thamyris, and blind Maeonides, And Tiresias and Phineus prophets old. Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note...
الصفحة 174 - Or hear'st thou rather, pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell? Before the sun, Before the Heavens thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle, didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless infinite.
الصفحة 195 - Me miserable! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath and infinite despair? Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep, Still threatening to devour me, opens wide, To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven.