The Poetical Works of John Milton: To which is Prefixed a Biography of the Author |
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الصفحة 17
To Virtue , driven from other lands , Their bosoms yield a safe retreat ; Her law
alone their deed commands ; Her smiles ... toil ' d to trace , Observed in every
land who brightest shone , And blending all their best , made perfect good thy
own .
To Virtue , driven from other lands , Their bosoms yield a safe retreat ; Her law
alone their deed commands ; Her smiles ... toil ' d to trace , Observed in every
land who brightest shone , And blending all their best , made perfect good thy
own .
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... slope their pointing spires , and , roll ' d In billows , leave i ' the midst a horrid
vale . Then with expanded wings he steers his flight Aloft , incumbent on the
dusky air , That felt unusual weight ; till on dry land He lights , if it were land that
ever ...
... slope their pointing spires , and , roll ' d In billows , leave i ' the midst a horrid
vale . Then with expanded wings he steers his flight Aloft , incumbent on the
dusky air , That felt unusual weight ; till on dry land He lights , if it were land that
ever ...
الصفحة 49
He lights , if it were land that ever burn ' d With solid , as the lake with liquid fire :
And such appear ' d in hue , as when the force Of subterranean wind transports a
hill Torn from Pelorus , or the shatter ' d side Of thundering Ætna , whose ...
He lights , if it were land that ever burn ' d With solid , as the lake with liquid fire :
And such appear ' d in hue , as when the force Of subterranean wind transports a
hill Torn from Pelorus , or the shatter ' d side Of thundering Ætna , whose ...
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... 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 Fesolé
, Or in Valdarno , to descry new lands , Rivers , or mountains , in her spotty globe
.
... 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 Fesolé
, Or in Valdarno , to descry new lands , Rivers , or mountains , in her spotty globe
.
الصفحة 51
As when the potent rod Of Amram ' s son , in Egypt ' s evil day , Waved round the
coast , up call ' d a pitchy cloud Of locusts , warping on the eastern wind , That o '
er the realm of impious Pharaoh hung Like night , and darken ' d all the land of ...
As when the potent rod Of Amram ' s son , in Egypt ' s evil day , Waved round the
coast , up call ' d a pitchy cloud Of locusts , warping on the eastern wind , That o '
er the realm of impious Pharaoh hung Like night , and darken ' d all the land of ...
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Adam angels appear arms behold bright bring brought cause cloud comes dark death deep delight divine dwell earth evil eyes fair faith fall Father fear fell fire force fruit give glory gods grace hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven Hell hill honor hope King land leave less light live look Lord lost mihi mind morn move nature never night once pain Paradise peace perhaps praise reason receive replied rest rise round SAMSON Satan seat seek side sight song sons soon spake spirits stand stood strength sweet taste thee thence things thou thought throne tibi till tree virtue voice wide winds wings wonder
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الصفحة 413 - 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 415 - 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 45 - 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, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes That comes to all; but torture without end Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed With ever-burning sulphur unconsumed...
الصفحة 134 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty! thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair : thyself how wondrous then, Unspeakable ! who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
الصفحة 456 - But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.
الصفحة 49 - Farewell, happy fields, Where joy for ever dwells! Hail, horrors! hail, Infernal World! and thou, profoundest Hell, Receive thy new possessor— one who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.
الصفحة 203 - Yet when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say, Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best.
الصفحة 106 - O thou, that, with surpassing glory crown'd, Look'st from thy sole dominion like the god Of this new world ; at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminish'd heads ; to thee I call, But with no friendly voice, and add thy name, 0 Sun ! to tell thee how I hate thy beams, That bring to my remembrance from what state 1 fell, how glorious once above thy sphere...
الصفحة 455 - Had ye been there," . . . 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 sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore? Alas ! what boots it with incessant care To tend the homely, slighted, shepherd's trade, And strictly meditate the thankless Muse? Were it not better done as others use, To sport with Amaryllis...
الصفحة 455 - What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn, Battening our flocks with the fresh dews of night ; Oft till the star, that rose at evening bright, Toward heaven's descent had sloped his westering wheel.