The Poetical Works of John Milton: With Notes of Various Authors, Principally from the Editions of Thomas Newton, Charles Dunster and Thomas Warton ; to which is Prefixed Newton's Life of Milton, المجلد 4 |
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SONNETS . 1 . To the Nightingale . ( ) NIGHTINGALE , that on yon bloomy spray
Warblest at eve , when all the woods are still , Thou with fresh hope the lover ' s
heart dost fill , The Sonnet is a species of to any number of stanzas or poetry of ...
SONNETS . 1 . To the Nightingale . ( ) NIGHTINGALE , that on yon bloomy spray
Warblest at eve , when all the woods are still , Thou with fresh hope the lover ' s
heart dost fill , The Sonnet is a species of to any number of stanzas or poetry of ...
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435 . how fond our poet was born , first used the measure ob - of the nightingale ,
and this adserved in the Sonnet ; a measure , dress to her is founded upon the
which the great number of simi - same notion or tradition as Chaular terminations
...
435 . how fond our poet was born , first used the measure ob - of the nightingale ,
and this adserved in the Sonnet ; a measure , dress to her is founded upon the
which the great number of simi - same notion or tradition as Chaular terminations
...
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... preceded the cuckow as she The nightingale . ought : had always sung too
Angel is messenger . And the late , that is , after the cuckow . whole expression
seems to be T . Warton . III . Qual in colle aspro , al imbrunir di N 3 SONNETS .
181 II.
... preceded the cuckow as she The nightingale . ought : had always sung too
Angel is messenger . And the late , that is , after the cuckow . whole expression
seems to be T . Warton . III . Qual in colle aspro , al imbrunir di N 3 SONNETS .
181 II.
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That lovely dye The lady implied in the Ita - That did thy cheek envermeil . lian
Sonnets is perhaps Leonora , T . Warlon . Portamenti alti honesti , e nelle ciglia
Quel sereno fulgor N 4 SONNETS . Dinne, se la tua speme sia mai vana, ...
That lovely dye The lady implied in the Ita - That did thy cheek envermeil . lian
Sonnets is perhaps Leonora , T . Warlon . Portamenti alti honesti , e nelle ciglia
Quel sereno fulgor N 4 SONNETS . Dinne, se la tua speme sia mai vana, ...
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... and a cup ana ' a utilius esse potest ? " But he conviction that his cause was
adds , with less triumph than in just . See Sonn . vi . 4 where he this Sonnet ,
about his blindness , describes the heart which he pre“ siquidem per valetudinem
...
... and a cup ana ' a utilius esse potest ? " But he conviction that his cause was
adds , with less triumph than in just . See Sonn . vi . 4 where he this Sonnet ,
about his blindness , describes the heart which he pre“ siquidem per valetudinem
...
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الصفحة 163 - 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, 180 And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
الصفحة 209 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide; 'Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
الصفحة 31 - The star that bids the shepherd fold Now the top of heaven doth hold; And the gilded car of Day His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream: And the slope Sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole, Pacing toward the other goal Of his chamber in the east.
الصفحة 137 - 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 208 - 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 Piemontese that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks.
الصفحة 138 - 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. Begin then, Sisters of the sacred well, 15 That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring ; Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string.
الصفحة 215 - 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. What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which all Europe rings from side to side.
الصفحة 147 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days: But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life.
الصفحة 142 - O the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone, and never must return ! Thee, Shepherd, thee the woods and desert caves With wild thyme and the gadding vine o'ergrown, And all their echoes, mourn : The willows and the hazel copses green Shall now no more be seen...
الصفحة 45 - Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment ? Sure something holy lodges in that breast, And with these raptures moves the vocal air To testify his hidden residence.