Milton's LycidasGinn and Heath, 1879 - 38 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة xiv
... The second is the same circle , with its diameter , and with an antarctic region like the so- called ' south frigid zone ' of the geographies . - ED . Glory , in the midst whereof GOD , though omnipresent xiv INTRODUCTION .
... The second is the same circle , with its diameter , and with an antarctic region like the so- called ' south frigid zone ' of the geographies . - ED . Glory , in the midst whereof GOD , though omnipresent xiv INTRODUCTION .
الصفحة xv
... called " the Angels , " or " Sons of God , " who draw near to His throne in worship , derive thence their nurture and their delight , and yet live dispersed through all the ranges and recesses of the region , leading severally their ...
... called " the Angels , " or " Sons of God , " who draw near to His throne in worship , derive thence their nurture and their delight , and yet live dispersed through all the ranges and recesses of the region , leading severally their ...
الصفحة xvi
... called by imperial summons from all the ends of Heaven , assemble innumerably before the throne of the Almighty ; beside whom , imbosomed in bliss , sat the Divine Son . They had come to hear this divine decree : - " Hear , all ye ...
... called by imperial summons from all the ends of Heaven , assemble innumerably before the throne of the Almighty ; beside whom , imbosomed in bliss , sat the Divine Son . They had come to hear this divine decree : - " Hear , all ye ...
الصفحة xxii
... called " utter " by Milton to distinguish it both in quality and place from " middle " or chaotic darkness , as further from heavenly light and more fearful . It is also called " darkness visible , " which to those denizens of Hell ...
... called " utter " by Milton to distinguish it both in quality and place from " middle " or chaotic darkness , as further from heavenly light and more fearful . It is also called " darkness visible , " which to those denizens of Hell ...
الصفحة xxix
... called bossy sculp- tures , are all prominent objects in the earthly temple of the gods as in their Plutonian Capitol . As the roof of Pandemonium is of fretted gold , so that of the Pantheon was formerly covered with plates of gilded ...
... called bossy sculp- tures , are all prominent objects in the earthly temple of the gods as in their Plutonian Capitol . As the roof of Pandemonium is of fretted gold , so that of the Pantheon was formerly covered with plates of gilded ...
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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.