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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BEFORE the starry threshold of Jove ' s court My mansion is , where those
immortal shapes Of bright aereal spirits live inspher ' d Milton has here more pro -
Noble , courageous , high , unmatch . fessedly imitated the manner of able ...
BEFORE the starry threshold of Jove ' s court My mansion is , where those
immortal shapes Of bright aereal spirits live inspher ' d Milton has here more pro -
Noble , courageous , high , unmatch . fessedly imitated the manner of able ...
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See P . R . i . 175 . inchanting cup , and the effects and 302 . and the notes there ,
of both are much the same : and T . Warton . they are both to be opposed in 634 .
— dulh Unobservant . the same manner with force and T . Warton . violence .
See P . R . i . 175 . inchanting cup , and the effects and 302 . and the notes there ,
of both are much the same : and T . Warton . they are both to be opposed in 634 .
— dulh Unobservant . the same manner with force and T . Warton . violence .
الصفحة 93
The Scene changes to a stately palace , set out with all manner of deliciousness :
soft music , tables spread with all dainties . Comus appears with his rabble , and
the Lady set in an inchanted chair , to whom he offers his glass , which she puts ...
The Scene changes to a stately palace , set out with all manner of deliciousness :
soft music , tables spread with all dainties . Comus appears with his rabble , and
the Lady set in an inchanted chair , to whom he offers his glass , which she puts ...
الصفحة 162
61 . rather think that he means the Qui rore puro Castaliæ lavit sun , whom in the
same manner Crines solutos . he calls the diurnal star in the 176 . And hears the
unexpressive Paradise Lost , X . 1069 : and Homer , if the hymn to Apollo un ...
61 . rather think that he means the Qui rore puro Castaliæ lavit sun , whom in the
same manner Crines solutos . he calls the diurnal star in the 176 . And hears the
unexpressive Paradise Lost , X . 1069 : and Homer , if the hymn to Apollo un ...
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... s epistolary Elegies begins « Medea , in which she fled from in this manner ,
where the poet ' s « her husband . " address is to his own epistle . 11 . Aut queis
Triptolemus , & c . ] Trist . iii . vii . 1 . Triptolemus was carried from Vade salutatum
...
... s epistolary Elegies begins « Medea , in which she fled from in this manner ,
where the poet ' s « her husband . " address is to his own epistle . 11 . Aut queis
Triptolemus , & c . ] Trist . iii . vii . 1 . Triptolemus was carried from Vade salutatum
...
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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.