The Poetical Works of John Milton, المجلد 3W. Pickering, 1852 |
من داخل الكتاب
النتائج 1-5 من 24
الصفحة 8
... sight Of both my parents all in flames ascended From off the altar , where an off'ring burn'd , As in a fiery column charioting His god - like presence , and from some great act Or benefit reveal'd to Abraham's race ? 25 Why was my ...
... sight Of both my parents all in flames ascended From off the altar , where an off'ring burn'd , As in a fiery column charioting His god - like presence , and from some great act Or benefit reveal'd to Abraham's race ? 25 Why was my ...
الصفحة 9
... sight , of thee I most complain ! Blind among enemies , O worse than chains , Dungeon , or beggary , or decrepit age ! 65 Light the prime work of God to me's extinct , 70 And all her various objects of delight Annull'd , which might in ...
... sight , of thee I most complain ! Blind among enemies , O worse than chains , Dungeon , or beggary , or decrepit age ! 65 Light the prime work of God to me's extinct , 70 And all her various objects of delight Annull'd , which might in ...
الصفحة 10
... sight To such a tender ball as th ' eye confin'd , So obvious and so easy to be quench'd ? And not as feeling through all parts diffus'd , 80 85 93 67 silent ] Mediæque silentia lunæ . ' Stat . Theb . ii . 58 . ' tacito sub lumine ...
... sight To such a tender ball as th ' eye confin'd , So obvious and so easy to be quench'd ? And not as feeling through all parts diffus'd , 80 85 93 67 silent ] Mediæque silentia lunæ . ' Stat . Theb . ii . 58 . ' tacito sub lumine ...
الصفحة 13
... sight , Prison within prison Inseparably dark ? Thou art become , O worst imprisonment ! The dungeon of thyself ; thy soul , Which men enjoying sight oft without cause com- Imprison'd now indeed , In real darkness of the body dwells ...
... sight , Prison within prison Inseparably dark ? Thou art become , O worst imprisonment ! The dungeon of thyself ; thy soul , Which men enjoying sight oft without cause com- Imprison'd now indeed , In real darkness of the body dwells ...
الصفحة 15
... sight , confus'd with shame , How could I once look up , or heave the head , Who , like a foolish pilot , have shipwreck'd My vessel trusted to me from above , Gloriously rigg'd ; and for a word , a tear , Fool , have divulged the ...
... sight , confus'd with shame , How could I once look up , or heave the head , Who , like a foolish pilot , have shipwreck'd My vessel trusted to me from above , Gloriously rigg'd ; and for a word , a tear , Fool , have divulged the ...
طبعات أخرى - عرض جميع المقتطفات
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
aëre agni Amor Amphiaraus ANTISTROPHE atque Benlowes's Theophila bright carmina CHOR choro cœli cœlo Comus Dagon dark death Deos didst divine domino jam domum impasti dost doth Du Bartas earth enemies etiam Euripides eyes fair feast foes fræna glory habet Hæc hand hath hear heav'n honour igne illa ille inchanter ipse Israel jam non vacat Jove Lady licet Locrine Lord lumina Lycidas mihi Milton modo mortal Newton night numina nunc o'er Olympo Ovid peace Philistines Poems pow'r praise PSALM quæ quam quid quis quod quoque sæpe SAMS Samson shades Shakesp Shepherd sibi sing song soul strength sweet Sylvester's Du Bartas tamen thee Theophila thine thou art thou hast thought thyself tibi Todd Tu quoque ulmo urbe Virg virgin virtue Warton winds
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 10 - Thy prime decree? The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon, When she deserts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave. Since light so necessary is to life, And almost life itself, if it be true That light is in the soul, She all in every part; why was the sight To such a tender ball as th
الصفحة 143 - 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 ; While the cock, with lively din, Scatters the rear of darkness thin, And, to the stack or the barn-door, Stoutly struts his dames before...
الصفحة 138 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine ; Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage. But O, sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower ? Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what love did seek.
الصفحة 97 - So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity, That, when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried angels lackey her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, And in clear dream, and solemn vision, Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear...
الصفحة 147 - And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
الصفحة 169 - Nature, that heard such sound Beneath the hollow round Of Cynthia's seat the airy region thrilling, Now was almost won To think her part was done, And that her reign had here its last fulfilling: She knew such harmony alone Could hold all heaven and earth in happier union.
الصفحة 97 - Heav'n is Saintly chastity, That when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried Angels lackey her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, And in clear dream and solemn vision Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear, Till oft converse with heav'nly habitants Begin to cast a beam on th...
الصفحة 215 - The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which all Europe rings from side to side. This thought might lead me through the world's vain mask Content, though blind, had I no better guide.
الصفحة 142 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
الصفحة 2 - TRAGEDY, as it was anciently composed, hath been ever held the gravest, moralest, and most profitable of all other poems : therefore said by Aristotle to be of power, by raising pity and fear, or terror, to purge the mind of those and such like passions ; that is, to temper and reduce them to just measure with a kind of delight, stirred up by reading or seeing those passions well imitated.