The poetical works of John Milton, with illustr. by E.H. Corbould and J. Gilbert1864 |
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... called into requisition on a subject of the highest public value . He put forth his❝ Treat- ise on Education , " a work intended to strike at the root of the prevalent system of employing the whole time and energies of the youthful ...
... called into requisition on a subject of the highest public value . He put forth his❝ Treat- ise on Education , " a work intended to strike at the root of the prevalent system of employing the whole time and energies of the youthful ...
الصفحة 14
... called into requisition on a subject of the highest public value . He put forth his " Treat- ise on Education , " a work intended to strike at the root of the prevalent system of employing the whole time and energies of the youthful ...
... called into requisition on a subject of the highest public value . He put forth his " Treat- ise on Education , " a work intended to strike at the root of the prevalent system of employing the whole time and energies of the youthful ...
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... called him to this work , and the reception it met with on the continent was such as no less than friends manifested their sense of its power . It might have satisfied the highest ambition ; —enemies was Publicly burned at Paris and ...
... called him to this work , and the reception it met with on the continent was such as no less than friends manifested their sense of its power . It might have satisfied the highest ambition ; —enemies was Publicly burned at Paris and ...
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... called thither by his public duties . He was equally silent as an author for several years . In a letter , written the year before Cromwell's death , to a young friend in Holland , who had be- sought his influence for him in some public ...
... called thither by his public duties . He was equally silent as an author for several years . In a letter , written the year before Cromwell's death , to a young friend in Holland , who had be- sought his influence for him in some public ...
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... called Chaos : here , Satan , with his angels , lying on the burning lake , thunderstruck and astonished , after a certain space recovers , as from confusion , calls up him who next in order and dignity lay by him : they confer of their ...
... called Chaos : here , Satan , with his angels , lying on the burning lake , thunderstruck and astonished , after a certain space recovers , as from confusion , calls up him who next in order and dignity lay by him : they confer of their ...
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Adam angels archangel arms Asmodai aught beast behold Belial bliss bright burning lake Cherub Cherubim Chor cloud Comus creatures Dagon dark death deeds deep delight divine dread dwell Earth eternal evil eyes fair Fair angel Father fear fire flowers fruit glory gods grace hand happy hast hath head heard heart Heaven heavenly Hell hill honour hope Israel king lest light live Lord lost Lycidas mankind Manoah Messiah mind morn mortal nigh night Nymphs o'er pain Paradise Paradise Lost Parthian peace Philistines praise reign replied round Samson sapience Satan scape seat seemed serpent shade shalt sight Son of God song soon spake spirits stars stood strength sweet taste temper thee thence thine things thither thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tree virtue voice whence winds wings wonder
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الصفحة 495 - 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 448 - 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 ; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow, Through the sweet-briar or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
الصفحة 80 - 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...
الصفحة 461 - 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 shepherd's ear.
الصفحة 461 - Closed o'er the head of your loved Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream. Ay me, I fondly dream ! Had ye been there, for what could that have done?
الصفحة 25 - Less than archangel ruined, and the excess Of glory obscured ; as when the sun, new risen, Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams, or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
الصفحة 462 - But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.
الصفحة 485 - SONG ON 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 463 - That to the faithful herdman's art belongs! What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw; The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But swol'n with wind and the rank mist they draw Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread: Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
الصفحة 448 - 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 furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.