The Poetical Works of John Milton, المجلد 3Little, Brown, 1853 |
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الصفحة 69
... jocund Drunk with idolatry , drunk with wine , And fat regorg'd of bulls and goats , Chanting their idol , and preferring Before our living Dread who dwells In Silo his bright sanctuary : Among them he a SAMSON AGONISTES . 69.
... jocund Drunk with idolatry , drunk with wine , And fat regorg'd of bulls and goats , Chanting their idol , and preferring Before our living Dread who dwells In Silo his bright sanctuary : Among them he a SAMSON AGONISTES . 69.
الصفحة 70
John Milton. In Silo his bright sanctuary : Among them he a spirit of frenzy sent , Who hurt their minds , And urged ... bright . ' 1695 villatic ] Plin . lib . xxiii . sect . 17 . Villaticas alites . ' Richardson . In the Arabian woods ...
John Milton. In Silo his bright sanctuary : Among them he a spirit of frenzy sent , Who hurt their minds , And urged ... bright . ' 1695 villatic ] Plin . lib . xxiii . sect . 17 . Villaticas alites . ' Richardson . In the Arabian woods ...
الصفحة 77
... bright aerial spirits live inspher'd In regions mild of calm and serene air , Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot , Which men call Earth , and with low - thoughted care Confin'd , and pester'd in this pinfold here , Strive to keep ...
... bright aerial spirits live inspher'd In regions mild of calm and serene air , Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot , Which men call Earth , and with low - thoughted care Confin'd , and pester'd in this pinfold here , Strive to keep ...
الصفحة 94
... bright day : But he that hides a dark soul , and foul thoughts , Benighted walks under the mid - day sun ; Himself is his own dungeon . 2 BR . ' Tis most true , That musing meditation most affects The pensive secrecy of desert cell ...
... bright day : But he that hides a dark soul , and foul thoughts , Benighted walks under the mid - day sun ; Himself is his own dungeon . 2 BR . ' Tis most true , That musing meditation most affects The pensive secrecy of desert cell ...
الصفحة 98
... a shepherd . That halloo I should know , what are you ? speak ; 478 Apollo's ] Love's Lab . Lost , act iv . sc . iii . as sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute— ' Bowle . Come not too near , you fall on iron stakes 98 COMUS .
... a shepherd . That halloo I should know , what are you ? speak ; 478 Apollo's ] Love's Lab . Lost , act iv . sc . iii . as sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute— ' Bowle . Come not too near , you fall on iron stakes 98 COMUS .
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الصفحة 146 - Thus done the tales, to bed they creep, By whispering winds soon lull'd asleep. Tower'd cities please us then, And the busy hum of men, Where throngs of knights and barons bold, In weeds of peace, high triumphs hold...
الصفحة 124 - 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. Who would not sing for Lycidas? he knew 10 Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
الصفحة 125 - And all their echoes, mourn. The willows and the hazel copses green Shall now no more be seen Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the canker to the rose...
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 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 10 - To daily fraud, contempt, abuse and wrong, Within doors, or without, still as a fool, In power of others, never in my own ; Scarce half I seem to live, dead more than half. O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day! O first created beam, and thou great Word, Let there be light, and light was over all; Why am I thus bereaved thy prime decree?
الصفحة 170 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears (If ye have power to touch our senses so), And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the bass of heaven's deep organ blow; And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
الصفحة 93 - Peace, brother: be not over-exquisite To cast the fashion of uncertain evils; For, grant they be so, while they rest unknown, What need a man forestall his date of grief, And run to meet what he would most avoid?
الصفحة 87 - Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment? Sure something holy lodges in that breast, And with these raptures moves the vocal air To testify his hidden residence...
الصفحة 144 - 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: Towers and battlements it sees Bosom'd high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some Beauty lies, The Cynosure of neighbouring eyes.