The Poetical Works of John MiltonE. Fleischer, 1834 - 392 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 244
... Chor . This , this is he ; softly a while , Let us not break in upon him : 115 O change beyond report , thought , or belief ! See how he lies at random , carelessly diffus'd , With languish'd head unpropt , As one past hope abandon'd ...
... Chor . This , this is he ; softly a while , Let us not break in upon him : 115 O change beyond report , thought , or belief ! See how he lies at random , carelessly diffus'd , With languish'd head unpropt , As one past hope abandon'd ...
الصفحة 246
... Chor . He speaks , let us draw nigh . Matchless in might , The glory late of Israel , now the grief ; We come , thy friends and neighbours not unknown , 180 From Eshtaol and Zora's fruitful vale , To visit or bewail thee ; or , if ...
... Chor . He speaks , let us draw nigh . Matchless in might , The glory late of Israel , now the grief ; We come , thy friends and neighbours not unknown , 180 From Eshtaol and Zora's fruitful vale , To visit or bewail thee ; or , if ...
الصفحة 247
... Chor . In seeking just occasion to provoke The Philistine , thy country's enemy , Thou never wast amiss , I bear thee witness : Yet Israël still serves with all his sons . 240 Sams . That fault I take not on me , but transfer On ...
... Chor . In seeking just occasion to provoke The Philistine , thy country's enemy , Thou never wast amiss , I bear thee witness : Yet Israël still serves with all his sons . 240 Sams . That fault I take not on me , but transfer On ...
الصفحة 248
... Chor . Just are the ways of God , And justifiable to men ; Unless there be , who think not God at all : If any be , they walk obscure ; 295 For of such doctrine never was there school , But the heart of the fool , And no man therein ...
... Chor . Just are the ways of God , And justifiable to men ; Unless there be , who think not God at all : If any be , they walk obscure ; 295 For of such doctrine never was there school , But the heart of the fool , And no man therein ...
الصفحة 249
John Milton. Came lagging after ; say if he be here . Chor . As signal now in low dejected state , As erst in highest , behold him where he lies . Man . O miserable change ! is this the man , That invincible Samson , far renown'd , 340 ...
John Milton. Came lagging after ; say if he be here . Chor . As signal now in low dejected state , As erst in highest , behold him where he lies . Man . O miserable change ! is this the man , That invincible Samson , far renown'd , 340 ...
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Adam angels appear'd arm'd arms aught beast behold Belial bliss bright call'd Cherub Cherubim Chor cloud Comus Dagon dark death deeds deep delight didst divine doth dread dwell earth Egypt eternal evil eyes fair faith fall'n Father fear flow'r fruit glory gods grace hand happy hast hath heard heart heav'n heav'nly hell highth hill honour Israel join'd King lest light live Lord Lycidas Manoah Messiah morn mortal night numina nymph o'er pain Paradise Parthian pass'd peace Philistines pleas'd pow'r praise quire rais'd reign replied return'd round sapience Satan seat seem'd serpent shade shalt sight Son of God song soon spake spirits stood strength sweet taste Thammuz thee thence thine things thither thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tree turn'd vex'd virtue voice wand'ring whence winds wings
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الصفحة 278 - 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, swoln 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 6 - Fiend Was moving toward the shore ; his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast. The broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views At evening, from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, 290 Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
الصفحة 314 - 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. What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which...
الصفحة 278 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.
الصفحة 280 - Haste thee Nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks...
الصفحة 285 - 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...
الصفحة 73 - 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 36 - Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song ; but chief Thee, Sion, and the flowery brooks beneath, That wash thy hallowed feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit...
الصفحة 62 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, 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 281 - 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.