The Complete Poems of John Milton Written in English, with Introduction, Notes and IllustrationsP.F. Collier & Son, 1909 - 463 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 9
... wonder whist , Smoothly the waters kissed , Whispering new joys to the mild Ocean , Who now hath quite forgot to rave , While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmèd wave . VI The stars , with deep amaze , Stand fixed in steadfast ...
... wonder whist , Smoothly the waters kissed , Whispering new joys to the mild Ocean , Who now hath quite forgot to rave , While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmèd wave . VI The stars , with deep amaze , Stand fixed in steadfast ...
الصفحة 25
... wonder and astonishment , Hast built thyself a livelong monument . For whilst , to the shame of slow - endeavouring art , Thy easy numbers flow , and that each heart Hath , from the leaves of thy unvalued book , Those Delphic lines with ...
... wonder and astonishment , Hast built thyself a livelong monument . For whilst , to the shame of slow - endeavouring art , Thy easy numbers flow , and that each heart Hath , from the leaves of thy unvalued book , Those Delphic lines with ...
الصفحة 42
... wonder at , and gaze upon . For know , by lot from Jove , I am the Power Of this fair wood , and live in oaken bower , To nurse the saplings tall , and curl the grove With ringlets quaint and wanton windings wove ; And all 42 JOHN MILTON.
... wonder at , and gaze upon . For know , by lot from Jove , I am the Power Of this fair wood , and live in oaken bower , To nurse the saplings tall , and curl the grove With ringlets quaint and wanton windings wove ; And all 42 JOHN MILTON.
الصفحة 51
... wonder ! Whom certain these rough shades did never breed , Unless the Goddess that in rural shrine Dwell'st here with Pan or Sylvan , by blest song Forbidding every bleak unkindly fog To touch the prosperous growth of this tall wood ...
... wonder ! Whom certain these rough shades did never breed , Unless the Goddess that in rural shrine Dwell'st here with Pan or Sylvan , by blest song Forbidding every bleak unkindly fog To touch the prosperous growth of this tall wood ...
الصفحة 64
... wonder at the workmanship . It is for homely features to keep home ; They had their name thence : coarse complexions And cheeks of sorry grain will serve to ply The sampler , and to tease the huswife's wool . What need a vermeil ...
... wonder at the workmanship . It is for homely features to keep home ; They had their name thence : coarse complexions And cheeks of sorry grain will serve to ply The sampler , and to tease the huswife's wool . What need a vermeil ...
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Adam Angels Archangel arms aught beast behold Belial bliss bright burning lake Canaan Cherub Cherubim Chor cloud Comus creatures Dagon dark death deeds deep delight didst divine dread dwell Earth eternal evil eyes fair Fair Angel faith Father fear fire flame flowers fruit glory gods grace hand happy hast hath heard heart Heaven heavenly Hell highth hill honour Israel John Milton King lest light live Lord Lycidas Messiah morn mortal night Nymph o'er pain Paradise peace Philistines praise quire reign replied round rowled Sams sapience Satan scape seat Serpent shade shalt shew sight Son of God song soon spake Spirit stars stood strength sweet taste temper Thammuz thee thence thine things thither thou art thou hast thought throne thyself Tree virtue voice whence winds wings wonder wrauth
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الصفحة 76 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor; So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky : So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high, 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...
الصفحة 39 - MAY 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.
الصفحة 137 - Thus with the year Seasons return ; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair, Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
الصفحة 454 - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame, nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
الصفحة 12 - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance, or breathed spell, Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
الصفحة 95 - He scarce had ceased when the superior 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, Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
الصفحة 73 - For what could that have done? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself, for her enchanting son, Whom universal nature did lament, When, by the rout that made the hideous roar, His gory visage down the stream was...
الصفحة 33 - Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. 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 168 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ; She all night long her amorous descant sung ; Silence was pleased : now glowed the firmament With living sapphires : Hesperus, that led The starry host, rode brightest, till the moon, Rising in clouded majesty, at length, Apparent queen, unveiled her peerless light, And o'er the...
الصفحة 89 - Angel's ken, he views The dismal situation waste and wild. A dungeon horrible, on all sides round, As one great furnace flamed; yet from those flames No light; but rather darkness visible Served only to discover sights of woe...