The poetical works of John Milton, with a life of the author by A. Chalmers. With 12 illustr. by R. Westall1881 |
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الصفحة 10
... voice they soon obey'd , Innumerable . As when the potent rod Of Amram's Son , in Egypt's evil day , Wav'd round the coast up call'd a pitchy cloud Of locusts , warping on the eastern wind , That o'er the realm of impious Pharaoh hung ...
... voice they soon obey'd , Innumerable . As when the potent rod Of Amram's Son , in Egypt's evil day , Wav'd round the coast up call'd a pitchy cloud Of locusts , warping on the eastern wind , That o'er the realm of impious Pharaoh hung ...
الصفحة 24
... voices sweet , Built like a temple , where pilasters round Were set , and Doric pillars overlaid With golden architrave ; nor did there want Cornice or freeze with bossy sculptures grav'n ; The roof was fretted gold . Not Babylon , Nor ...
... voices sweet , Built like a temple , where pilasters round Were set , and Doric pillars overlaid With golden architrave ; nor did there want Cornice or freeze with bossy sculptures grav'n ; The roof was fretted gold . Not Babylon , Nor ...
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... voice dissuades ; for what can force or guile With him , or who deceive his mind , whose eye 170 180 Views all things at one view ? He from heav'n's highth All these our motions vain sees and derides ; Not more almighty to resist our ...
... voice dissuades ; for what can force or guile With him , or who deceive his mind , whose eye 170 180 Views all things at one view ? He from heav'n's highth All these our motions vain sees and derides ; Not more almighty to resist our ...
الصفحة 43
... voice Forbidding ; and at once with him they rose : Their rising all at once was as the sound 460 470 But they Of thunder heard remote . Towards him they bend With awful reverence prone ; and as a God Extol him equal to the highest in ...
... voice Forbidding ; and at once with him they rose : Their rising all at once was as the sound 460 470 But they Of thunder heard remote . Towards him they bend With awful reverence prone ; and as a God Extol him equal to the highest in ...
الصفحة 44
... great result : Toward the four winds four speedy Cherubim Put to their mouths the sounding alchymy , By haralds voice explain'd : the hollow abyss 500 510 Heard far and wide , and all the host of 44 BOOK II . PARADISE LOST .
... great result : Toward the four winds four speedy Cherubim Put to their mouths the sounding alchymy , By haralds voice explain'd : the hollow abyss 500 510 Heard far and wide , and all the host of 44 BOOK II . PARADISE LOST .
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عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Adam agni angels arms Atque aught behold bliss call'd Chor cloud Dagon dark death deep delight didst divine doth dread dwell earth Edition eternal ev'ning evil eyes fair Father fear flow'rs French morocco fruit gilt edges giv'n glory Gods grace hand happy hast hath heard heart heav'n heav'nly hell hill honour ipse Israel king Leicester Square lest light light fantastic live Lord Lord Brackley Lycidas MARY COWDEN CLARKE mihi morn night numina Nymph o'er paradise Paradise Lost pass'd peace pleas'd praise quæ rais'd reign reply'd return'd round Satan seem'd serpent shade shalt sight Son of God song soon spake spirits stood strength sweet taste thee thence thine things thither thou thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi tree turn'd ulmo vex'd virtue voice wand'ring whence wings
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 56 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine: But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
الصفحة 522 - May Morning Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail bounteous May that dost inspire Mirth and youth, and warm desire; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
الصفحة 470 - 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 472 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise 70 (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 th' abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life. But not the praise...
الصفحة 96 - Glistering with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild ; then, silent night, With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon, And these the gems of Heaven, her starry train...
الصفحة 115 - Rising or falling still advance his praise. His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
الصفحة xxxix - Extort from me. To bow and sue for grace With suppliant knee, and deify his power Who, from the terror of this arm, so late Doubted his empire — that were low indeed ; That were an ignominy...
الصفحة 484 - And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain. These pleasures, Melancholy, give, And I with thee will choose to live.
الصفحة 489 - Where the great Sun begins his state Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
الصفحة 476 - And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes. Now, Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more; Henceforth thou art the Genius of the shore, In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood.