The Poetical Works of John MiltonE. Fleischer, 1834 - 392 من الصفحات |
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... light , but rather darkness visible Serv'd only to discover sights of woe , Regions of sorrow , doleful shades , where peace 65 And rest can never dwell ; hope never comes That comes to all ; but torture without end Still urges , and a ...
... light , but rather darkness visible Serv'd only to discover sights of woe , Regions of sorrow , doleful shades , where peace 65 And rest can never dwell ; hope never comes That comes to all ; but torture without end Still urges , and a ...
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... light , Cloth'd with transcendent brightness , didst outshine Myriads though bright ! If he whom mutual league , United thoughts and counsels , equal hope , And hazard in the glorious enterprise , 85 Join'd with me once , now misery ...
... light , Cloth'd with transcendent brightness , didst outshine Myriads though bright ! If he whom mutual league , United thoughts and counsels , equal hope , And hazard in the glorious enterprise , 85 Join'd with me once , now misery ...
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... our foe . Seest thou yon dreary plain , forlorn and wild , The seat of desolation , void of light , 175 180 Save what the glimmering of these livid flames Casts pale and dreadful ? Thither let us tend From PARADISE LOST . BOOK 1 .
... our foe . Seest thou yon dreary plain , forlorn and wild , The seat of desolation , void of light , 175 180 Save what the glimmering of these livid flames Casts pale and dreadful ? Thither let us tend From PARADISE LOST . BOOK 1 .
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... light ? Be it so , since he , 245 Who now is Sovran , can dispose and bid What shall be right ; farthest from him is best , Whom reason hath equall'd , force hath made supreme Above his equals . Farewell , happy fields , Where joy for ...
... light ? Be it so , since he , 245 Who now is Sovran , can dispose and bid What shall be right ; farthest from him is best , Whom reason hath equall'd , force hath made supreme Above his equals . Farewell , happy fields , Where joy for ...
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... light On the firm brimstone , and fill all the plain ; A multitude , like which the populous north Pour'd never from her frozen loins , to pass Rhene or the Danaw , when her barbarous sons Came like a deluge on the south , and spread ...
... light On the firm brimstone , and fill all the plain ; A multitude , like which the populous north Pour'd never from her frozen loins , to pass Rhene or the Danaw , when her barbarous sons Came like a deluge on the south , and spread ...
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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.