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الصفحة xiv
... sense , therefore , these poems are not personal . In a larger sense they are profoundly so . They are the record of a serious , scholarly mind suddenly invaded in a propitious moment of youth by the beauty of external exist- ence , a ...
... sense , therefore , these poems are not personal . In a larger sense they are profoundly so . They are the record of a serious , scholarly mind suddenly invaded in a propitious moment of youth by the beauty of external exist- ence , a ...
الصفحة xix
... sense and impossible idealism . One may suspect , too , that the attitude of the teacher had , even in this small and concrete form , an attraction for one whose most splendid mental gesture was never quite free from a hint of dogmatism ...
... sense and impossible idealism . One may suspect , too , that the attitude of the teacher had , even in this small and concrete form , an attraction for one whose most splendid mental gesture was never quite free from a hint of dogmatism ...
الصفحة xxvii
... sense of his mission as a singer , sent by the great Task - master to add to the sum of beauty in the world , there rested upon him now another obligation , no less impelling . The Puri- tan moral scheme , the new social instauration ...
... sense of his mission as a singer , sent by the great Task - master to add to the sum of beauty in the world , there rested upon him now another obligation , no less impelling . The Puri- tan moral scheme , the new social instauration ...
الصفحة xxxi
... sense of the spiritual drama in which they are protagonists is almost lost . As this same weakness is apparent also in the later books of Paradise Lost , we must lay it largely to the score of flagging creative energy . But in still ...
... sense of the spiritual drama in which they are protagonists is almost lost . As this same weakness is apparent also in the later books of Paradise Lost , we must lay it largely to the score of flagging creative energy . But in still ...
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... sense of his individual power and a conviction of his mission as a singer , he was surprisingly tardy in finding his voice . Many poets have done their most characteristic work at an age when Milton was still speaking in the borrowed ...
... sense of his individual power and a conviction of his mission as a singer , he was surprisingly tardy in finding his voice . Many poets have done their most characteristic work at an age when Milton was still speaking in the borrowed ...
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الصفحة 53 - 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. "But not the praise...
الصفحة 146 - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
الصفحة 20 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes 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. Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on.
الصفحة 130 - O thou that, with surpassing glory crowned, Look'st from thy sole dominion like the god Of this new World — at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminished heads — to thee I call, But with no friendly voice, and add thy name, 0 Sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams, That bring to my remembrance from what state 1 fell, how glorious once above thy Sphere, Till pride and worse ambition threw me down, Warring in Heaven against Heaven's matchless King!
الصفحة 19 - Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures, Whilst the landscape round it measures ; Russet lawns, and fallows gray, Where the nibbling flocks do stray ; Mountains, on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest ; Meadows trim, with daisies pied ; Shallow brooks, and rivers wide ; Towers and battlements it sees Bosomed high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some beauty lies, The cynosure of neighbouring eyes.
الصفحة 19 - 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 69 - 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...
الصفحة 21 - 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 hallowed haunt.
الصفحة 70 - ... day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. 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...
الصفحة xxxiv - The hooked chariot stood, Unstained with hostile blood; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by.