The Poetical Works of John Milton, المجلد 2Hilliard, Gray, 1834 |
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... atque aurum , ferrumque repertum est , Et simul argenti pondus , plumbique , potestas . Ignis ubi ingenteis sylvas ardore cremârat Montibus in magnis . ' VOL . II . 4 Jortin . Freedom and peace to men : they on the plain BOOK XI . 25.
... atque aurum , ferrumque repertum est , Et simul argenti pondus , plumbique , potestas . Ignis ubi ingenteis sylvas ardore cremârat Montibus in magnis . ' VOL . II . 4 Jortin . Freedom and peace to men : they on the plain BOOK XI . 25.
الصفحة 128
... . Hist . Nat . lib . v . c . i . 1. vol . i . p . 366 , ed . Brot . ' quàm luxuriæ , cujus efficacissima vis sentitur atque maxima , cùm ebori citroque silvæ ( For I have also heard , perhaps have read 128 PARADISE REGAINED .
... . Hist . Nat . lib . v . c . i . 1. vol . i . p . 366 , ed . Brot . ' quàm luxuriæ , cujus efficacissima vis sentitur atque maxima , cùm ebori citroque silvæ ( For I have also heard , perhaps have read 128 PARADISE REGAINED .
الصفحة 129
... atque ædes ædificatæ atque expolitæ maximo opere , citro , atque ebore , atque pavimentis Panicis stent . ' Aus . Popma Not . in Fragm . Varronis , ed . Bipont . p . 349 . 119 myrrhine ] Plinii N. Hist . lib . xxxv . c . xlvi . vol . vi ...
... atque ædes ædificatæ atque expolitæ maximo opere , citro , atque ebore , atque pavimentis Panicis stent . ' Aus . Popma Not . in Fragm . Varronis , ed . Bipont . p . 349 . 119 myrrhine ] Plinii N. Hist . lib . xxxv . c . xlvi . vol . vi ...
الصفحة 245
... a degenerate and degraded state . 455 liveried ] Nabbes's Microcosmus , p . 22 . 469 divine ] Hor . Sat. ii . ii . 79 . ' Atque affligit humo divinæ particulam aure ! Todd . 475 2 BR . How charming is divine philosophy ! Not COMUS . 245.
... a degenerate and degraded state . 455 liveried ] Nabbes's Microcosmus , p . 22 . 469 divine ] Hor . Sat. ii . ii . 79 . ' Atque affligit humo divinæ particulam aure ! Todd . 475 2 BR . How charming is divine philosophy ! Not COMUS . 245.
الصفحة 271
... atque myrto . ' Warton . 8 dead ] Phillisides is dead . ' Past . Ægl . on Sir P. Sidney's death , by L. B. v . 8. ( Todd's Spenser , viii . 76 ) , and v . 71 . ' Sweet bowres of myrtel twigs , and lawrel faire . ' 10 Who ] ' Neget quis ...
... atque myrto . ' Warton . 8 dead ] Phillisides is dead . ' Past . Ægl . on Sir P. Sidney's death , by L. B. v . 8. ( Todd's Spenser , viii . 76 ) , and v . 71 . ' Sweet bowres of myrtel twigs , and lawrel faire . ' 10 Who ] ' Neget quis ...
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الصفحة 288 - HENCE, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy! Find out some uncouth cell Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings And the night-raven sings ; There under ebon shades, and low-brow'd rocks As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
الصفحة 292 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequered shade, And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday...
الصفحة 278 - 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...
الصفحة 281 - But, hail ! thou Goddess sage and holy ! Hail, divinest Melancholy ! Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight, And therefore to our weaker view O'erlaid with black, staid Wisdom's hue ; Black, but such as in esteem Prince Memnon's sister might beseem, Or that starred Ethiop queen that strove To set her beauty's praise above 20 The Sea-Nymphs, and their powers offended.
الصفحة 277 - Herdman's art belongs! What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel Pipes of wretched straw, The hungry Sheep look up, and are not fed, But swoln with wind, and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread : Besides what the grim Wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door, Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
الصفحة 278 - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freak'd with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears : Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
الصفحة 292 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath thresh'd the corn That ten day-labourers could not end; Then lies him down, the lubber fiend, And, stretch'd 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 160 - To daily fraud, contempt, abuse and wrong, Within doors, or without, still as a fool, In power of others, never in my own ; Scarce half I seem to live, dead more than half. O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day! O first created beam, and thou great Word, Let there be light, and light was over all; Why am I thus bereaved thy prime decree?
الصفحة 360 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
الصفحة 246 - How charming is divine Philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets, Where no crude surfeit reigns.