The Poetical Works of John Milton: With Notes and a Life of the Author, المجلد 2Hilliard, Gray, and Company, 1839 |
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... winds Blown vagabond or frustrate : in they pass'd Dimensionless through heavenly doors ; then clad With incense , where the golden altar fum'd , By their great Intercessor , came in sight 15 Before the Father's throne : them the glad ...
... winds Blown vagabond or frustrate : in they pass'd Dimensionless through heavenly doors ; then clad With incense , where the golden altar fum'd , By their great Intercessor , came in sight 15 Before the Father's throne : them the glad ...
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... wind , Blown stifling back on him that breathes it forth : Therefore to his great bidding I submit . 300 305 310 315 This most afflicts me , that departing hence As from his face I shall be hid , depriv'd His blessed count'nance ; here ...
... wind , Blown stifling back on him that breathes it forth : Therefore to his great bidding I submit . 300 305 310 315 This most afflicts me , that departing hence As from his face I shall be hid , depriv'd His blessed count'nance ; here ...
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... wind rose , and , with black wings Wide hovering , all the clouds together drove From under heav'n ; the hills to their supply Vapour , and exhalation dusk and moist , Sent up amain : and now the thicken'd sky Like a dark ceiling stood ...
... wind rose , and , with black wings Wide hovering , all the clouds together drove From under heav'n ; the hills to their supply Vapour , and exhalation dusk and moist , Sent up amain : and now the thicken'd sky Like a dark ceiling stood ...
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... wind , that blowing dry Wrinkled the face of deluge , as decay'd ; And the clear sun on his wide watery glass Gaz'd hot , and of the fresh wave largely drew , As after thirst , which made their flowing shrink From standing lake to ...
... wind , that blowing dry Wrinkled the face of deluge , as decay'd ; And the clear sun on his wide watery glass Gaz'd hot , and of the fresh wave largely drew , As after thirst , which made their flowing shrink From standing lake to ...
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... winds blow keen , To warm him wet return'd from field at eve , He saw approach , who first with curious eye Perus'd him , then with words thus utter'd spake . 320 Sir , what ill chance hath brought thee to this place So far from path or ...
... winds blow keen , To warm him wet return'd from field at eve , He saw approach , who first with curious eye Perus'd him , then with words thus utter'd spake . 320 Sir , what ill chance hath brought thee to this place So far from path or ...
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الصفحة 360 - CYRIACK, this three years' 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.
الصفحة 293 - 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.
الصفحة 283 - Spare Fast, that oft with Gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing : And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens takes his pleasure ; 50 But, first and chiefest, with thee bring, Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation...
الصفحة 271 - 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. Who would not sing for Lycidas? he knew 10 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.
الصفحة 288 - 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-brow'd rocks As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
الصفحة 64 - They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand; the gate With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms. Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide. They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.
الصفحة 276 - Ah! who hath reft,' quoth he, 'my dearest pledge ? ' Last came and last did go, The pilot of the Galilean lake ; Two massy keys he bore, of metals twain no (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain). He shook his mitred locks, and stern bespake: ' How well could I have spared for thee young swain, Enow of such as for their bellies...
الصفحة 283 - 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 65 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, 70 And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud.
الصفحة 160 - To daily fraud, contempt, abuse and wrong, Within doors, or without, still as a fool, In power of others, never in my own ; Scarce half I seem to live, dead more than half. O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day! O first created beam, and thou great Word, Let there be light, and light was over all; Why am I thus bereaved thy prime decree?
الصفحة 274 - Alas ! what boots it with incessant care To tend the homely, slighted, shepherd's trade And strictly meditate the thankless Muse? Were it not better done, as others use, To sport with Amaryllis in the shade, Or with the tangles of Neaera's hair?