Milton's Poetical Works: With Life, Critical Dissertation and Explanatory Notes, صفحة 109،المجلد 2James Nichol, 1853 |
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الصفحة 17
... hath justly given the nations up To thy delusions ; justly , since they fell Idolatrous but , when his purpose is Among them to declare his providence To thee not known , whence hast thou then thy truth , But from him , or his Angels ...
... hath justly given the nations up To thy delusions ; justly , since they fell Idolatrous but , when his purpose is Among them to declare his providence To thee not known , whence hast thou then thy truth , But from him , or his Angels ...
الصفحة 29
... thee these forty days none hath regard , Forty and more deserted here indeed . To whom thus Jesus . What conclud'st thou hence ? They all had need ; I , as thou seest , have none . How hast thou hunger then ? Satan replied . Tell me ...
... thee these forty days none hath regard , Forty and more deserted here indeed . To whom thus Jesus . What conclud'st thou hence ? They all had need ; I , as thou seest , have none . How hast thou hunger then ? Satan replied . Tell me ...
الصفحة 31
... thou , Son of God ? Sit down and eat . To whom thus Jesus temperately replied : Said'st thou not that to all things ... hast thou to do ? Thy pompous delicacies I contemn , And count thy specious gifts no gifts , but guiles . To whom ...
... thou , Son of God ? Sit down and eat . To whom thus Jesus temperately replied : Said'st thou not that to all things ... hast thou to do ? Thy pompous delicacies I contemn , And count thy specious gifts no gifts , but guiles . To whom ...
الصفحة 38
... thou to thy reproach may'st well remember , He ask'd thee , " Hast thou seen my servant Job ? " Famous he was in Heaven , on Earth less known ; Where glory is false glory , attributed To things not glorious , men not worthy of fame ...
... thou to thy reproach may'st well remember , He ask'd thee , " Hast thou seen my servant Job ? " Famous he was in Heaven , on Earth less known ; Where glory is false glory , attributed To things not glorious , men not worthy of fame ...
الصفحة 43
... Thy life hath yet been private , most part spent At home , scarce view'd the Galilean towns , And once a year Jerusalem , few days ' Short sojourn ; and what thence couldst thou observe ? The world thou hast not seen , much less her ...
... Thy life hath yet been private , most part spent At home , scarce view'd the Galilean towns , And once a year Jerusalem , few days ' Short sojourn ; and what thence couldst thou observe ? The world thou hast not seen , much less her ...
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agni Amor ancient Angels Arethuse arms Atque aught behold Belial call'd canst captive Comus cùm Dagon dark death deeds delight desart divine dost doth dread Earl of Bridgewater earth enemies eyes fair fame Father fear feast foes friends genius glorious glory gods grace Hæc hand hath head hear heard Heaven holy honour ipse Israel Jesus Jove king kingdom Lady light Lord LORD BRACKLEY lost Lycidas malè Manoah Messiah mihi Milton mortal Muse never night numbers numina Nymph o'er once Paradise Paradise Lost Paradise Regained Parthian Philistines poem praise quæ quid reign Samson Samson Agonistes Satan Saviour seek shades shalt Shepherd sight sing Son of God song soul Spirit strength sweet Tempter thee thence thine things thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi truth virgin virtue wilt winds 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 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...
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 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 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 174 - 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-browed rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
الصفحة 179 - HENCE, vain deluding Joys, The brood of Folly without father bred ! How little you bested, Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys ! Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
الصفحة 184 - With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow, To the full-voiced quire below, In service high, and anthems clear, As may with sweetness, through mine ear Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
الصفحة 174 - Euphrosyne, And by men heart-easing Mirth, Whom lovely Venus, at a birth With two sister Graces more, To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore ; Or whether — as some sager sing — The frolic wind that breathes the spring, Zephyr, with Aurora playing As he met her once a-Maying...
الصفحة 169 - And all their echoes mourn. The willows, and the hazel copses green, Shall now no more be seen, Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the canker to the rose, Or taint-worm to the weanling herds that graze, Or frost to flowers, that their gay wardrobe wear, When first the white-thorn blows ; Such, Lycidas, thy loss to shepherds