Milton's L'allegro, Il penseroso and Lycidas: ed. with an intr., paraphrase and vocabularies by F.S. Aldhouse. (Intermediate educ. course).1879 |
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... turn the hay in the meadow . Sometimes I will visit the country villages , and delight myself with listening to the merry peals of the bells , while the young people dance under the trees to the strains of the fiddle ; where young and ...
... turn the hay in the meadow . Sometimes I will visit the country villages , and delight myself with listening to the merry peals of the bells , while the young people dance under the trees to the strains of the fiddle ; where young and ...
الصفحة 13
... turn the hay in the meadow . Sometimes I will visit the country villages , and delight myself with listening to the merry peals of the bells , while the young people dance under the trees to the strains of the fiddle ; where young and ...
... turn the hay in the meadow . Sometimes I will visit the country villages , and delight myself with listening to the merry peals of the bells , while the young people dance under the trees to the strains of the fiddle ; where young and ...
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... Turning thence I will proceed to the theatre , and see a comedy by Johnson or Shakespear — the former learned and profound , the latter sweet and rich in imagination . Nor must Poetry and Music be forgotten to drive dull care away . Let ...
... Turning thence I will proceed to the theatre , and see a comedy by Johnson or Shakespear — the former learned and profound , the latter sweet and rich in imagination . Nor must Poetry and Music be forgotten to drive dull care away . Let ...
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... turn , 20 And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud . For we were nurst upon the self - same hill , Fed the same flock , by fountain , shade , and rill . * Milton's own title of the poem was " Lycidas . In this monody the author bewails ...
... turn , 20 And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud . For we were nurst upon the self - same hill , Fed the same flock , by fountain , shade , and rill . * Milton's own title of the poem was " Lycidas . In this monody the author bewails ...
الصفحة 27
... turn towards my tomb as he passes by , and say ' Peace be unto it . ' For Lycidas and I received our education together , studied the same subjects , applied ourselves to work Together both , ere the high lawns appear'd Under the ...
... turn towards my tomb as he passes by , and say ' Peace be unto it . ' For Lycidas and I received our education together , studied the same subjects , applied ourselves to work Together both , ere the high lawns appear'd Under the ...
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الصفحة 19 - Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves, Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. \ -. ., There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, 180 And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
الصفحة 9 - HENCE, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn, 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings And the night-raven sings ; There under ebon shades, and low-browed rocks As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
الصفحة 3 - Come pensive nun, devout and pure, Sober, steadfast, and demure, All in a robe of darkest grain, Flowing with majestic train, And sable stole of cypress lawn, Over thy decent shoulders drawn.
الصفحة 11 - And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures Whilst the landscape round it measures ; Russet lawns, and fallows gray, Where the nibbling flocks do stray ; Mountains, on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest; Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks, and rivers wide...
الصفحة 7 - 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 Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
الصفحة 5 - 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 11 - 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...
الصفحة 1 - Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys! Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
الصفحة 5 - Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm To bless the doors from nightly harm.