Milton's Poetical Works: With Life, Critical Dissertation, and Explanatory Notes, المجلد 2J. Nichol, 1853 |
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الصفحة 268
... tibi prima , Maro . Tempora nam licet hîc placidis dare libera Musis , Et totum rapiunt me , mea vita , libri . Excipit hinc fessum sinuosi pompa theatri , Et vocat ad plausus garrula scena suos . Seu catus auditur senior , seu prodigus ...
... tibi prima , Maro . Tempora nam licet hîc placidis dare libera Musis , Et totum rapiunt me , mea vita , libri . Excipit hinc fessum sinuosi pompa theatri , Et vocat ad plausus garrula scena suos . Seu catus auditur senior , seu prodigus ...
الصفحة 269
... tibi sit , fœmina , posse sequi . Túque urbs Dardaniis , Londinum , structa colonis , Turrigerum latè conspicienda caput , Tu nimium felix intra tua moenia claudis Quicquid formosi pendulus orbis habet . Non tibi tot cœlo scintillant ...
... tibi sit , fœmina , posse sequi . Túque urbs Dardaniis , Londinum , structa colonis , Turrigerum latè conspicienda caput , Tu nimium felix intra tua moenia claudis Quicquid formosi pendulus orbis habet . Non tibi tot cœlo scintillant ...
الصفحة 270
... tibi tempora plumis , Sub quibus accipimus delituisse Jovem ; O dignus tamen Hæmonio juvenescere succo , Dignus in Æsonios vivere posse dies ; Dignus , quem Stygiis medicâ revocaret ab undis Arte Coronides , sæpe rogante deâ . Tu si ...
... tibi tempora plumis , Sub quibus accipimus delituisse Jovem ; O dignus tamen Hæmonio juvenescere succo , Dignus in Æsonios vivere posse dies ; Dignus , quem Stygiis medicâ revocaret ab undis Arte Coronides , sæpe rogante deâ . Tu si ...
الصفحة 272
... tibi detur agros ? Quòdque afflata tuo marcescant lilia tabo , Et crocus , et pulchræ Cypridi sacra rosa ? Nec sinis , ut semper fluvio contermina quercus Miretur lapsus prætereuntis aquæ ? Et tibi succumbit , liquido quæ plurima cœlo ...
... tibi detur agros ? Quòdque afflata tuo marcescant lilia tabo , Et crocus , et pulchræ Cypridi sacra rosa ? Nec sinis , ut semper fluvio contermina quercus Miretur lapsus prætereuntis aquæ ? Et tibi succumbit , liquido quæ plurima cœlo ...
الصفحة 273
... sent to St Paul's school . S Cæruleámque suis comitatam Dorida Nymphis ; Ut tibi dent placidam ELEGIARUM LIBER . 273 39 Ad Thomam Junium, Præceptorem suum, apud Mercatores Anglicos Hamburgæ agentes, Pas- toris munere fungentem.
... sent to St Paul's school . S Cæruleámque suis comitatam Dorida Nymphis ; Ut tibi dent placidam ELEGIARUM LIBER . 273 39 Ad Thomam Junium, Præceptorem suum, apud Mercatores Anglicos Hamburgæ agentes, Pas- toris munere fungentem.
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agni Amor Angels ANTISTROPHE Atque bright Comus cùm Dagon dark death deep didst divine domino jam domum impasti dost doth dread earth enemies Euripides eyes fair fame fantastick Father fear feast foes fræna friends genius glorious glory Hæc hand hath head hear heard Heaven holy honour illa ille ipse Israel jam non vacat king Lady light Lord loud Lycidas malè mihi Milton modò mortal Muse musick never night numbers numina Nunc o'er Olympo once Paradise Paradise Lost peace Philistines poem praise PSALM quæ quid quoque sæpe Samson Samson Agonistes Satan Saviour shades shalt Shepherd sing Son of God song soul Spirit St Paul's School strength sweet Tempter thee thence things thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi truth Tu quoque ulmo virgin virtue voice wilt wings words
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الصفحة 183 - 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 170 - 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 177 - 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 175 - 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 ; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow Through the sweetbriar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
الصفحة 168 - 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 181 - 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 199 - 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 172 - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked 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 daffadillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
الصفحة 178 - 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 215 - With saintly shout and solemn jubilee ; Where the bright Seraphim in burning row Their loud uplifted angel-trumpets blow ; And the Cherubic host in thousand quires Touch their immortal harps of golden wires, With those just Spirits that wear victorious palms, Hymns devout and holy psalms Singing everlastingly...