Milton's LycidasGinn and Heath, 1879 - 38 من الصفحات |
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... passed Milton's in the variety of the pauses . The casura of the verse ( by which is here meant not the so - called classical cæsura , but the rhe- torical pause required by the sense at the end of a period or of some portion of a ...
... passed Milton's in the variety of the pauses . The casura of the verse ( by which is here meant not the so - called classical cæsura , but the rhe- torical pause required by the sense at the end of a period or of some portion of a ...
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... passed over , the poem hastens into the midst of things , presenting Satan with his angels now fallen into Hell , described here , not in the centre , ( for Heaven and Earth may be supposed as yet not made , certainly not yet accursed ...
... passed over , the poem hastens into the midst of things , presenting Satan with his angels now fallen into Hell , described here , not in the centre , ( for Heaven and Earth may be supposed as yet not made , certainly not yet accursed ...
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... passed and impossible . " - 41 . If he opposed . If who opposed ? It appears that the fallen angels were ignorant and doubtful in regard to the strength of the Almighty and the likelihood of his actively exerting that strength ? In ...
... passed and impossible . " - 41 . If he opposed . If who opposed ? It appears that the fallen angels were ignorant and doubtful in regard to the strength of the Almighty and the likelihood of his actively exerting that strength ? In ...
الصفحة 13
... passing before the poet's eye , and the pause indicated the momentary brandishing of a thun- derbolt which comes smiting at the word ' down ' ? - 47 . Bottomless per- dition . " As bottomless is the translation of & ßvoros [ abyssus ] ...
... passing before the poet's eye , and the pause indicated the momentary brandishing of a thun- derbolt which comes smiting at the word ' down ' ? - 47 . Bottomless per- dition . " As bottomless is the translation of & ßvoros [ abyssus ] ...
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... passed through fire To his grim idol . Him the Ammonite 395 Worshipped in Rabba and her watery plain , In Argob and in Basan , to the stream Of utmost Arnon . Nor content with such Audacious neighborhood , the wisest heart Of Solomon he ...
... passed through fire To his grim idol . Him the Ammonite 395 Worshipped in Rabba and her watery plain , In Argob and in Basan , to the stream Of utmost Arnon . Nor content with such Audacious neighborhood , the wisest heart Of Solomon he ...
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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.