The Poetical Works of John Milton: To which is Prefixed a Biography of the AuthorAppleton, 1868 - 574 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 49
... this unhappy mansion ; or once more , With rallied arms , to try what may be yet Regain'd in Heaven , or what more lost in Hell ? " 5 259 270 So Satan spake ; and him Beëlzebub Thus answer'd . B. I.j 49 PARADISE LOST .
... this unhappy mansion ; or once more , With rallied arms , to try what may be yet Regain'd in Heaven , or what more lost in Hell ? " 5 259 270 So Satan spake ; and him Beëlzebub Thus answer'd . B. I.j 49 PARADISE LOST .
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... arm'd 280 291 302 Hath vex'd the Red Sea coast , whose waves o'erthrew Busiris and his Memphian chivalry , While with perfidious hatred they pursued The sojourners of Goshen , who beheld From the safe shore their floating carcases And ...
... arm'd 280 291 302 Hath vex'd the Red Sea coast , whose waves o'erthrew Busiris and his Memphian chivalry , While with perfidious hatred they pursued The sojourners of Goshen , who beheld From the safe shore their floating carcases And ...
الصفحة 51
... arms and ensigns , till anon His swift pursuers from Heaven - gates discern The advantage , and , descending , tread us down Thus drooping ; or with linkéd thunderbolts Transfix us to the bottom of this gulf . Awake , arise , or be ...
... arms and ensigns , till anon His swift pursuers from Heaven - gates discern The advantage , and , descending , tread us down Thus drooping ; or with linkéd thunderbolts Transfix us to the bottom of this gulf . Awake , arise , or be ...
الصفحة 56
... arms and trophies ; all the while Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds : At which the universal host up - sent A shout , that tore Hell's concave , and beyond Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night . All in a moment through the ...
... arms and trophies ; all the while Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds : At which the universal host up - sent A shout , that tore Hell's concave , and beyond Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night . All in a moment through the ...
الصفحة 59
... arms Clash'd on their sounding shields the din of war , Hurling defiance toward the vault of Heaven . There stood a ... arm'd , Forerun the royal camp , to trench a field , Or cast a rampart . Mammon led them on ; Mammon , the least ...
... arms Clash'd on their sounding shields the din of war , Hurling defiance toward the vault of Heaven . There stood a ... arm'd , Forerun the royal camp , to trench a field , Or cast a rampart . Mammon led them on ; Mammon , the least ...
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Adam agni amorous angels appear'd arm'd arms aught beast behold bliss bright call'd cherubim cloud COMUS Dagon dark death deeds deep delight didst divine doth dread dwell earth eternal evil eyes fair faith Father fear fræna fruit glorious glory gods grace Hæc hand happy hast hath heard heart Heaven heavenly Hell hill honor ipse Israel John Milton join'd King lest light live Lord Lycidas MANOAH Messiah mihi Milton mortal night numina o'er Paradise Lost PARADISE REGAINED pass'd peace Philistines poems praise quæ reign return'd round SAMSON SAMSON AGONISTES Satan seem'd serpent shade shalt sight Son of God song soon soul spake spirits stood strength sweet taste thee thence thine things thither thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi tree Tu quoque turn'd vex'd virtue voice whence wings wonder
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الصفحة 413 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides...
الصفحة 415 - Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse ; Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long, drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning ; The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...
الصفحة 45 - A dungeon horrible, on all sides round As one great furnace flamed, yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible Served only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes That comes to all; but torture without end Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed With ever-burning sulphur unconsumed...
الصفحة 134 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty! thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair : thyself how wondrous then, Unspeakable ! who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
الصفحة 456 - But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.
الصفحة 49 - Farewell, happy fields, Where joy for ever dwells! Hail, horrors! hail, Infernal World! and thou, profoundest Hell, Receive thy new possessor— one who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.
الصفحة 203 - Yet when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say, Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best.
الصفحة 106 - O thou, that, with surpassing glory crown'd, Look'st from thy sole dominion like the god Of this new world ; at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminish'd heads ; to thee I call, But with no friendly voice, and add thy name, 0 Sun ! to tell thee how I hate thy beams, That bring to my remembrance from what state 1 fell, how glorious once above thy sphere...
الصفحة 455 - Had ye been there," . . . for what could that have done ? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself, for her enchanting son, Whom universal nature did lament, When, by the rout that made the hideous roar, His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore? Alas ! what boots it with incessant care To tend the homely, slighted, shepherd's trade, And strictly meditate the thankless Muse? Were it not better done as others use, To sport with Amaryllis...
الصفحة 455 - 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.