The Poetical Works of John Milton: With the Life of the Author, المجلد 2Fielding Lucas, Jun., and Joseph Cushing, 1813 - 565 من الصفحات |
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... land with joy they haste ; As the Red Sea and Jordan once he cleft , When to the promis'd land their fathers pass'd : To his due time and providence I leave them . " 440 So spake Israel's true king , and to the Fiend Made answer meet ...
... land with joy they haste ; As the Red Sea and Jordan once he cleft , When to the promis'd land their fathers pass'd : To his due time and providence I leave them . " 440 So spake Israel's true king , and to the Fiend Made answer meet ...
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... land of darkness , yet in light , To live a life half dead , a living death , And bury'd ; but , O yet more miserable ! Myself my sepulchre , a moving grave ; Bury'd , yet not exempt , By privilege of death and burial , From worst of ...
... land of darkness , yet in light , To live a life half dead , a living death , And bury'd ; but , O yet more miserable ! Myself my sepulchre , a moving grave ; Bury'd , yet not exempt , By privilege of death and burial , From worst of ...
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... land , beset me round ; I willingly on some conditions came 255 Into their hands , and they as gladly yield me To the uncircumcis'd a welcome prey , 260 Bound with two cords ; but cords to me were threads Touch'd with the flame : on ...
... land , beset me round ; I willingly on some conditions came 255 Into their hands , and they as gladly yield me To the uncircumcis'd a welcome prey , 260 Bound with two cords ; but cords to me were threads Touch'd with the flame : on ...
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... land ? Female of sex it seems , 710 ' That so bedeck'd , ornate , and gay , Comes this way sailing Like a stately ship Of Tarsus , bound for th ' isles 715 Of Javan or Gadire , With all her bravery on , and tackle trim , Sails fill'd ...
... land ? Female of sex it seems , 710 ' That so bedeck'd , ornate , and gay , Comes this way sailing Like a stately ship Of Tarsus , bound for th ' isles 715 Of Javan or Gadire , With all her bravery on , and tackle trim , Sails fill'd ...
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... land pilot's art , Without the sure guess of well - practis'd feet . 310 Com . I know each lane , and every alley green , Dingle , or bushy dell of this wild wood , And every bosky bourn from side to side , My daily walks and ancient ...
... land pilot's art , Without the sure guess of well - practis'd feet . 310 Com . I know each lane , and every alley green , Dingle , or bushy dell of this wild wood , And every bosky bourn from side to side , My daily walks and ancient ...
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Angels Arethuse arms aught behold bright call'd canst Chor Comus Dagon dark death deeds delight deliverance didst divine dost doth dread dwell earth Egypt enemies eyes fair fame father fear feast flow'r foes foul Gath giv'n glorious glory Gods grace hand hath head hear heard heart Heav'n heav'nly holy honour Israel Jehovah Jesus Judea king kingdom lady light Locrine Lord loud Lycidas Manoah morn mortal Muse Nazarite never night numbers Nymphs o'er once PARADISE REGAINED Parthian peace Philistines pow'r praise prophets PSALM quire reign reply'd river Jordan round Sams Samson Satan Saviour seek shades shalt shame shepherd sight sing Son of God song soon soul spake Spirit stood strength sung sweet Tempter thee thence thine things thou art thou hast thought throne thyself truth vex'd virgin virtue voice wilt winds wings wood
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الصفحة 199 - 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. He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear.
الصفحة 195 - And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
الصفحة 75 - Tragedy, as it was anciently composed, hath been ever held the gravest, moralest, and most profitable of all other poems: therefore said by Aristotle to be of power, by raising pity and fear, or terror, to purge the mind of those and suchlike passions, that is, to temper and reduce them to just measure with a kind of delight, stirred up by reading or seeing those passions well imitated.
الصفحة 217 - The lily and rose, that neither sow'd nor spun. What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, Of Attic taste, with wine, whence we may rise To hear the lute well touch'd, or artful voice Warble immortal notes and Tuscan air ? He who of those delights can judge, and spare To interpose them oft, is not unwise.
الصفحة 192 - Thee, chauntress, oft, the woods among I woo, to hear thy even-song; And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green...
الصفحة 203 - Where the great Vision of the guarded Mount Looks toward Namancos and Bayona's hold; Look homeward Angel now, and melt with ruth : And, O ye Dolphins, waft the hapless youth.
الصفحة 202 - The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread; Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. — But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
الصفحة 184 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail bounteous May that dost inspire Mirth and youth, and warm desire; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish...
الصفحة 191 - Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys! Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
الصفحة 202 - Return, Alpheus; the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.