Milton's Poetical Works: With Life, Critical Dissertation, and Explanatory Notes, المجلد 2James Nichol, 1853 |
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الصفحة 148
... sing ; Which when I did , he on the tender grass Would sit and hearken even to ecstasy , And in requital ope his leathern scrip , And show me simples of a thousand names , Telling their strange and vigorous faculties : Amongst the rest ...
... sing ; Which when I did , he on the tender grass Would sit and hearken even to ecstasy , And in requital ope his leathern scrip , And show me simples of a thousand names , Telling their strange and vigorous faculties : Amongst the rest ...
الصفحة 157
... sings . By the rushy - fringed bank , Where grows the willow , and the osier dank , My sliding chariot stays , Thick set with agate , and the azure sheen Of turkis blue , and emerald green , That in the channel strays ; Whilst from off ...
... sings . By the rushy - fringed bank , Where grows the willow , and the osier dank , My sliding chariot stays , Thick set with agate , and the azure sheen Of turkis blue , and emerald green , That in the channel strays ; Whilst from off ...
الصفحة 160
... sing about the golden tree : Along the crisped shades and bowers Revels the spruce and jocund Spring ; The Graces , and the rosy - bosom'd Hours , Thither all their bounties bring ; There eternal Summer dwells , And West - winds , with ...
... sing about the golden tree : Along the crisped shades and bowers Revels the spruce and jocund Spring ; The Graces , and the rosy - bosom'd Hours , Thither all their bounties bring ; There eternal Summer dwells , And West - winds , with ...
الصفحة 164
... sing to those that hold the vital shears , And turn the adamantine spindle round , On which the fate of gods and men is wound . ' ' Syrens : ' this is an apt allusion to Plato's notion of Fate or Necessity holding a spindle of adamant ...
... sing to those that hold the vital shears , And turn the adamantine spindle round , On which the fate of gods and men is wound . ' ' Syrens : ' this is an apt allusion to Plato's notion of Fate or Necessity holding a spindle of adamant ...
الصفحة 165
... sing And touch the warbled string , Under the shady roof Of branching elm star - proof . Follow me ; I will bring you where she sits , Clad in splendour as befits Her deity . Such a rural Queen All Arcadia hath not seen . III . SONG ...
... sing And touch the warbled string , Under the shady roof Of branching elm star - proof . Follow me ; I will bring you where she sits , Clad in splendour as befits Her deity . Such a rural Queen All Arcadia hath not seen . III . SONG ...
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agni Amor ancient Angels ANTISTROPHE Arethuse arms Atque aught behold canst captive Comus cùm Dagon dark daughter death deeds deliverance didst divine dost doth dread Earl of Bridgewater earth enemies Euripides eyes fair fame fantastick Father fear feast foes friends glorious glory gods grace Hæc hand hath head hear heard Heaven holy honour ipse Israel Jesus Jove king kingdom Lady light Lord LORD BRACKLEY Lycidas malè Manoah mihi Milton mind mortal Muse never night numbers numina Nymph o'er once Ovid Paradise Lost Parthian peace Philistines poem praise quæ quid reign Samson Samson Agonistes Satan Saviour shades shalt shame Shepherd sing Son of God song soon soul spirits strength sweet Tempter thee thence thine things thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi virgin virtue wilt winds wings youth
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الصفحة 177 - And, when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
الصفحة 166 - 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 171 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn, That ten day-labourers could not end ; Then lies him down the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength ; And, crop-full, out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
الصفحة 164 - That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring, Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string. Hence with denial vain, and coy excuse, So may some gentle Muse With lucky words favour my destin'd Urn, And as he passes turn, And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud.
الصفحة 217 - WHAT needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones The labour of an age in piled stones ? Or that his hallowed reliques should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid ? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name ? Thou in our Wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
الصفحة 172 - Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
الصفحة 176 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age, Ennobled hath the buskined stage. But O, sad Virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower, Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what Love did seek.
الصفحة 167 - 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. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes, That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
الصفحة 131 - Was rife, and perfect in my listening ear, Yet nought but single darkness do I find. What might this be? A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands and shores and desert wildernesses.
الصفحة 175 - Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom, Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm, To bless the doors from nightly harm. Or let my lamp, at midnight hour, Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft out-watch the Bear...