Milton's LycidasGinn and Heath, 1879 - 38 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة xxii
... Regions of sorrow , doleful shades , where peace And rest can never dwell , hope never comes . " The Lake of Fire is a region of vast extent , and elsewhere called a " " 66 " boiling ocean ( II . 183 xxij INTRODUCTION .
... Regions of sorrow , doleful shades , where peace And rest can never dwell , hope never comes . " The Lake of Fire is a region of vast extent , and elsewhere called a " " 66 " boiling ocean ( II . 183 xxij INTRODUCTION .
الصفحة xxv
... hope which the fallen spirits may have conceived of becoming inured to the fierce flames of their habitation so as not to feel this kind of torment . There is a region of ice to which those spirits are periodi- cally transported from ...
... hope which the fallen spirits may have conceived of becoming inured to the fierce flames of their habitation so as not to feel this kind of torment . There is a region of ice to which those spirits are periodi- cally transported from ...
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... hope yet of regain ing heaven , but tells them lastly of a new world and a new kind of creature to be created according to an ancient prophecy or report in heaven ; for that angels were long before this visible creation was the opinion ...
... hope yet of regain ing heaven , but tells them lastly of a new world and a new kind of creature to be created according to an ancient prophecy or report in heaven ; for that angels were long before this visible creation was the opinion ...
الصفحة 16
... hope never comes That comes to all ; but torture without end Still urges , and a fiery deluge , fed With ever ... Hope never comes . So Dante's Inferno , III . 9 , " All hope abandon , ye who enter here " ( the inscription over the gate ...
... hope never comes That comes to all ; but torture without end Still urges , and a fiery deluge , fed With ever ... Hope never comes . So Dante's Inferno , III . 9 , " All hope abandon , ye who enter here " ( the inscription over the gate ...
الصفحة 18
... hope 6 80 85 ' welters ' as it floats in the sea . - 80. Palestine ( Hebrew , Pelesheth ) . Here , as in Exodus xv . 14 , Philistia , the narrow sea - coast southwest from the Holy Land seems to be included . -81 . Beelzebub . He is ...
... hope 6 80 85 ' welters ' as it floats in the sea . - 80. Palestine ( Hebrew , Pelesheth ) . Here , as in Exodus xv . 14 , Philistia , the narrow sea - coast southwest from the Holy Land seems to be included . -81 . Beelzebub . He is ...
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الصفحة 8 - Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer. Who would not sing for Lycidas? he knew 10 Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear.
الصفحة 6 - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
الصفحة 14 - Ay me, I fondly dream! Had ye been there — for what could that have done? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself, for her enchanting son, Whom universal nature did lament, 60 When by the rout that made the hideous roar His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore?
الصفحة xxix - Anon out of the earth a fabric huge Rose like an exhalation, with the sound Of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet— Built like a temple, where pilasters round Were set, and Doric pillars overlaid With golden architrave; nor did there want Cornice or frieze, with bossy sculptures graven: The roof was fretted gold.
الصفحة 10 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise...
الصفحة 5 - LYCIDAS In this Monody the Author bewails a learned Friend, unfortunately drowned in his passage from Chester on the Irish Seas, 1637 ; and, by occasion, foretells the ruin of our corrupted Clergy, then in their height. YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year.
الصفحة 34 - Through the dear might of Him that walked 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 for ever from his eyes.
الصفحة 27 - In billows, leave i' the midst a horrid vale. Then with expanded 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...
الصفحة 32 - Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views At evening from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, Rivers or mountains, in her spotty globe. His spear, — to equal which, the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills, to be the mast Of some great ammiral, were but a wand...