The Poetical Works of John Milton: Paradise regained. Samson Agonistes. Minor poemsMacmillan, 1874 |
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... honour as their King . All come , And he himself among them was baptized- Not thence to be more pure , but to receive The testimony of Heaven , that who he is Thenceforth the nations may not doubt . I saw The Prophet do him reverence ...
... honour as their King . All come , And he himself among them was baptized- Not thence to be more pure , but to receive The testimony of Heaven , that who he is Thenceforth the nations may not doubt . I saw The Prophet do him reverence ...
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... honour thee with incense , myrrh , and gold ; By whose bright course led on they found the place , Affirming it thy star , new - graven in heaven , By which they knew thee King of Israel born . Just Simeon and prophetic Anna , warned By ...
... honour thee with incense , myrrh , and gold ; By whose bright course led on they found the place , Affirming it thy star , new - graven in heaven , By which they knew thee King of Israel born . Just Simeon and prophetic Anna , warned By ...
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... honoured so , and called thee Son Of God . I saw and heard , for we sometimes 330 Who dwell this wild , constrained by want , come forth To town or village nigh ( nighest is far ) , Where aught we hear , and curious are to hear , What ...
... honoured so , and called thee Son Of God . I saw and heard , for we sometimes 330 Who dwell this wild , constrained by want , come forth To town or village nigh ( nighest is far ) , Where aught we hear , and curious are to hear , What ...
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... , Motherly cares and fears got head , and raised Some troubled thoughts , which she in sighs thus clad : - “ Oh , what avails me now that honour high , : - To have conceived of God , or that salute , 30 Paradise Regained .
... , Motherly cares and fears got head , and raised Some troubled thoughts , which she in sighs thus clad : - “ Oh , what avails me now that honour high , : - To have conceived of God , or that salute , 30 Paradise Regained .
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... honour ? no ; But trouble , as old Simeon plain foretold , That to the fall and rising he should be Of many in Israel , and to a sign Spoken against - that through my very soul A sword shall pierce . This is my favoured lot , My ...
... honour ? no ; But trouble , as old Simeon plain foretold , That to the fall and rising he should be Of many in Israel , and to a sign Spoken against - that through my very soul A sword shall pierce . This is my favoured lot , My ...
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Amor Angels blind Bridgewater brothers called Cambridge Chor Christ's Christ's College College Comus dark daughter death Defensio Diodati divine dost doth Earl Earth edition Elegy England English eyes fair fame father fear friends glory Greek hand Harefield hath head hear heard Heaven Henry Lawes honour Italian John Milton King Lady Latin Lawes Lawes's lines live London Long Parliament Lord Lord Brackley Ludlow Ludlow Castle Lycidas Manso masque mihi Milton mortal Muse night Nymphs o'er Paradise Lost Paradise Regained pastoral Petty France pieces poem poet poetry praise PSALM quæ round Sams Samson Samson Agonistes Satan shalt shepherd sing song Sonnet soul Spirit Stowmarket strength sweet thee thence things thou art thou hast thought throne Thyrsis thyself tibi University Carrier verse Westminster Assembly wood words written young youth
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الصفحة 284 - But, hail! thou Goddess sage and holy! Hail, divinest Melancholy! Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight, And therefore to our weaker view O'erlaid with black, staid Wisdom's hue; Black, but such as in esteem Prince Memnon's sister might beseem, Or that starred Ethiop queen that strove To set her beauty's praise above The Sea-Nymphs, and their powers offended.
الصفحة 326 - And as he passes turn, And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud — For we were nursed upon the self-same hill, Fed the same flock by fountain, shade, and rill...
الصفحة 327 - 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...
الصفحة 193 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
الصفحة 177 - Mortals, that would follow me, Love virtue; she alone is free. She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heaven itself would stoop to her.
الصفحة 330 - Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffadillies fill their cups with tears, 1 50 To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies. For so, to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise. Ay me ! whilst thee the shores and sounding seas Wash far away, where'er thy bones are hurled ; Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world...
الصفحة 188 - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
الصفحة 341 - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers...
الصفحة 265 - That the mighty Pan Was kindly come to live with them below; Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep, Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep.
الصفحة 276 - 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.