Milton's LycidasGinn and Heath, 1879 - 38 من الصفحات |
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... arms , ' where it is simplest . And what high praise this is , we may best appreciate by considering the ever - recurring failure , both in rhythm and in diction , which we find in the so - called Miltonic verse of Thomson , Cowper ...
... arms , ' where it is simplest . And what high praise this is , we may best appreciate by considering the ever - recurring failure , both in rhythm and in diction , which we find in the so - called Miltonic verse of Thomson , Cowper ...
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... arms . - 45 those dire arms ? " Beelzebub , too , lines 143 , 144 , says he now believes the conqueror to be almighty . In line 641 , Satan expressly says the Almighty ' concealed ' his strength till the war in heaven arose . For ...
... arms . - 45 those dire arms ? " Beelzebub , too , lines 143 , 144 , says he now believes the conqueror to be almighty . In line 641 , Satan expressly says the Almighty ' concealed ' his strength till the war in heaven arose . For ...
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... arms ? Yet not for those , Nor what the potent Victor in his rage Can else inflict , do I repent , or change , Though changed in outward lustre , that fixed mind , And high disdain from sense of injured merit , That with the mightiest ...
... arms ? Yet not for those , Nor what the potent Victor in his rage Can else inflict , do I repent , or change , Though changed in outward lustre , that fixed mind , And high disdain from sense of injured merit , That with the mightiest ...
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... arm , so late Doubted his empire that were low indeed ; - That were an ignominy and shame beneath This downfall ... arms not worse , in foresight much advanced , We may with more successful hope resolve To wage , by force or guile ...
... arm , so late Doubted his empire that were low indeed ; - That were an ignominy and shame beneath This downfall ... arms not worse , in foresight much advanced , We may with more successful hope resolve To wage , by force or guile ...
الصفحة 31
... arms to try what may be yet Regained in heaven , or what more lost in hell ? ” So Satan spake , and him Beelzebub Thus answered : " Leader of those armies bright Which , but the Omnipotent , none could have foiled , If once they hear ...
... arms to try what may be yet Regained in heaven , or what more lost in hell ? ” So Satan spake , and him Beelzebub Thus answered : " Leader of those armies bright Which , but the Omnipotent , none could have foiled , If once they hear ...
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الصفحة 10 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise...
الصفحة 27 - And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears: Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffadillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
الصفحة 10 - Under the opening eyelids of the morn, We drove a-field, and both together heard 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.
الصفحة 6 - 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 xxix - Anon out of the earth a fabric huge Rose like an exhalation, with the sound Of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet— Built like a temple, where pilasters round Were set, and Doric pillars overlaid With golden architrave; nor did there want Cornice or frieze, with bossy sculptures graven: The roof was fretted gold.
الصفحة 7 - 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 Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
الصفحة 22 - And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw...
الصفحة 55 - Sheer o'er the crystal battlements : from morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, A summer's day ; and with the setting sun Dropt from the zenith like a falling star...
الصفحة 34 - 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 nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above In solemn troops, and sweet societies That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
الصفحة 19 - What hard mishap hath doomed this gentle swain? And questioned every gust of rugged wings That blows from off each beaked promontory : They knew not of his story, And sage Hippotades their answer brings, That not a blast was from his dungeon strayed, The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters played.