Milton's LycidasGinn and Heath, 1879 - 38 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة xiii
... Death into the world and all our woe , With loss of Eden . " This is a true description , for the whole story bears on this point . But it is the vast comprehension of the story , both in space and time , as leading to this point , that ...
... Death into the world and all our woe , With loss of Eden . " This is a true description , for the whole story bears on this point . But it is the vast comprehension of the story , both in space and time , as leading to this point , that ...
الصفحة xxiv
... death , had occupied himself with giving particular descriptions of small spaces and recording measurements in feet and inches . He has , however , made a map of the four grand divisions which is more vague and indefinite than Dante's ...
... death , had occupied himself with giving particular descriptions of small spaces and recording measurements in feet and inches . He has , however , made a map of the four grand divisions which is more vague and indefinite than Dante's ...
الصفحة xxvi
... Death have shaken Hell had he been in the air and not on the ground ? All the language implies that the gates stood in a perpen- dicular and did not lie in a horizontal wall . . . . ... Through the gates thrown open by sin , Satan ...
... Death have shaken Hell had he been in the air and not on the ground ? All the language implies that the gates stood in a perpen- dicular and did not lie in a horizontal wall . . . . ... Through the gates thrown open by sin , Satan ...
الصفحة 5
... never - failing interest , is here suggested . Like Homer , but unlike Virgil and Tasso , Milton combines the announcement of Brought death into the world , and all our woe MILTON'S PREFACE ON THE VERSE PARADISE LOST BOOK I.
... never - failing interest , is here suggested . Like Homer , but unlike Virgil and Tasso , Milton combines the announcement of Brought death into the world , and all our woe MILTON'S PREFACE ON THE VERSE PARADISE LOST BOOK I.
الصفحة 6
... death , mortalis , subject to death ; mortalis in ecclesiastical Lat . means deadly , which is said to be the sense of mortal in this line . But is it likely that Milton repeats the notion of death - bringing ? May ' mortal taste ' mean ...
... death , mortalis , subject to death ; mortalis in ecclesiastical Lat . means deadly , which is said to be the sense of mortal in this line . But is it likely that Milton repeats the notion of death - bringing ? May ' mortal taste ' mean ...
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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.