Milton's LycidasGinn and Heath, 1879 - 38 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة xv
... says of Heaven is said symbolically , and in order to make conceivable by the human imagination what in its own nature is inconceivable ; but , this being explained , he is bold enough in his use of terrestrial analogies . Round the ...
... says of Heaven is said symbolically , and in order to make conceivable by the human imagination what in its own nature is inconceivable ; but , this being explained , he is bold enough in his use of terrestrial analogies . Round the ...
الصفحة xxi
... says , " Then Tartarus itself sinks deep down and extends towards the shades twice as far as is the prospect upward to the ethereal throne of Heaven " - * In a foot - note on this passage Masson adds , " Heaven or the Empyrean being ...
... says , " Then Tartarus itself sinks deep down and extends towards the shades twice as far as is the prospect upward to the ethereal throne of Heaven " - * In a foot - note on this passage Masson adds , " Heaven or the Empyrean being ...
الصفحة xxii
... says , “ It is observable that Homer makes the seat of Hell as far beneath the deepest pit of Earth as the Heaven is above the Earth . Virgil makes it twice as far , and Milton thrice as far ; as if these three great poets had stretched ...
... says , “ It is observable that Homer makes the seat of Hell as far beneath the deepest pit of Earth as the Heaven is above the Earth . Virgil makes it twice as far , and Milton thrice as far ; as if these three great poets had stretched ...
الصفحة xxviii
... say that according to Milton's con- ception the former is the archetype after which the latter was made . Standing at a little distance , the fallen spirits could see it " Built like a temple , where pilasters round Were xxviii ...
... say that according to Milton's con- ception the former is the archetype after which the latter was made . Standing at a little distance , the fallen spirits could see it " Built like a temple , where pilasters round Were xxviii ...
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... Says Keightley , " The verse of Mil- ton and the great dramatists is not decasyllabic , but five - foot ; besides the two dissyllabic feet it admits two trisyllabic , namely , the anapest ( ~ ~ — ) and the amphibrach ( ~ — ~ ) , which ...
... Says Keightley , " The verse of Mil- ton and the great dramatists is not decasyllabic , but five - foot ; besides the two dissyllabic feet it admits two trisyllabic , namely , the anapest ( ~ ~ — ) and the amphibrach ( ~ — ~ ) , which ...
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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.