The Poetical Works of John Milton: To which is Prefixed a Biography of the AuthorAppleton, 1868 - 574 من الصفحات |
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... move new broils : Be this or aught Than this more secret now design'd , I haste To know , and , this once known ... moved ; then in the keyhole turns The intricate wards , and every bolt and bar Of massy iron or solid rock with ease ...
... move new broils : Be this or aught Than this more secret now design'd , I haste To know , and , this once known ... moved ; then in the keyhole turns The intricate wards , and every bolt and bar Of massy iron or solid rock with ease ...
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... Moved on , with difficulty and labor he : But , he once past , soon after , when man fell , ( Strange alteration ! ) Sin and Death amain , Following his track , ( such was the will of Heaven , ) Paved after him a broad and beaten way ...
... Moved on , with difficulty and labor he : But , he once past , soon after , when man fell , ( Strange alteration ! ) Sin and Death amain , Following his track , ( such was the will of Heaven , ) Paved after him a broad and beaten way ...
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... move Harmonious numbers ; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling , and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note . Thus with the year Seasons return , but not to me returns Day , or the sweet approach of even or morn , Or sight of ...
... move Harmonious numbers ; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling , and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note . Thus with the year Seasons return , but not to me returns Day , or the sweet approach of even or morn , Or sight of ...
الصفحة 100
... d , and that first moved : And now Saint Peter at Heaven's wicket seems To wait them with his keys , and now at foot 463 474 485 Of Heaven's ascent they lift their feet , when lo 100 [ D. 111 . MILTON'S POETICAL WORKS .
... d , and that first moved : And now Saint Peter at Heaven's wicket seems To wait them with his keys , and now at foot 463 474 485 Of Heaven's ascent they lift their feet , when lo 100 [ D. 111 . MILTON'S POETICAL WORKS .
الصفحة 103
... move Their starry dance , in numbers that compute 582 Days , months , and years , towards his all - cheering lamp Turn swift their various motions , or are turn'd By his magnetic beam , that gently warms The universe , and to each ...
... move Their starry dance , in numbers that compute 582 Days , months , and years , towards his all - cheering lamp Turn swift their various motions , or are turn'd By his magnetic beam , that gently warms The universe , and to each ...
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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.