The Poetical Works of John Milton, المجلد 3Little, Brown, 1853 |
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... never was intended , is here omitted . It suffices if the whole drama be found not produced beyond the fifth act ; of the style and uniformity , and that commonly called the plot , whether intricate or explicit , which is nothing indeed ...
... never was intended , is here omitted . It suffices if the whole drama be found not produced beyond the fifth act ; of the style and uniformity , and that commonly called the plot , whether intricate or explicit , which is nothing indeed ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... never had ! fond wish too late ! Was in the vale of Sorec , Dalila , 225 That specious monster , my accomplish'd snare . 230 I thought it lawful from my former act , And the same end , still watching to oppress Israel's oppressors . Of ...
... never had ! fond wish too late ! Was in the vale of Sorec , Dalila , 225 That specious monster , my accomplish'd snare . 230 I thought it lawful from my former act , And the same end , still watching to oppress Israel's oppressors . Of ...
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... never was there school , But the heart of the fool , And no man therein doctor but himself . 295 301 Yet more there be who doubt his ways not just , As to his own edicts found contradicting , Then give the reins to wand'ring thought ...
... never was there school , But the heart of the fool , And no man therein doctor but himself . 295 301 Yet more there be who doubt his ways not just , As to his own edicts found contradicting , Then give the reins to wand'ring thought ...
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... never find self - satisfying solution . As if they would confine th ' Interminable , And tie him to his own prescript , Who made our laws to bind us , not himself , And hath full right to exempt Whom so it pleases him by choice From ...
... never find self - satisfying solution . As if they would confine th ' Interminable , And tie him to his own prescript , Who made our laws to bind us , not himself , And hath full right to exempt Whom so it pleases him by choice From ...
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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.