Milton's Poetical Works: With Life, Critical Dissertation, and Explanatory Notes, المجلد 2James Nichol, 1853 |
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... Lord : What doubt'st thou , Son of God ? Sit down and eat . To whom thus Jesus temperately replied : Said'st thou not that to all things I had right ? And who withholds my power that right to use ? Shall I receive by gift what of my own ...
... Lord : What doubt'st thou , Son of God ? Sit down and eat . To whom thus Jesus temperately replied : Said'st thou not that to all things I had right ? And who withholds my power that right to use ? Shall I receive by gift what of my own ...
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... Lord replies , by showing the vanity of worldly fame , and the improper means by which it is generally attained ; and contrasts with it the true glory of religious patience and virtuous wisdom , as exemplified in the character of Job ...
... Lord replies , by showing the vanity of worldly fame , and the improper means by which it is generally attained ; and contrasts with it the true glory of religious patience and virtuous wisdom , as exemplified in the character of Job ...
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... Lord , shows him Imperial Rome in its greatest pomp and splendour , as a power which he probably would prefer before that of the Parthians ; and tells him that he might with the greatest ease expel Tiberius , restore the Romans to their ...
... Lord , shows him Imperial Rome in its greatest pomp and splendour , as a power which he probably would prefer before that of the Parthians ; and tells him that he might with the greatest ease expel Tiberius , restore the Romans to their ...
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... Lord reproves the Tempter , and at the same time manifests his own Divinity by standing on this dangerous point . Satan , amazed and terrified , instantly falls ; and repairs to his Infernal Compeers , to relate the bad success of his ...
... Lord reproves the Tempter , and at the same time manifests his own Divinity by standing on this dangerous point . Satan , amazed and terrified , instantly falls ; and repairs to his Infernal Compeers , to relate the bad success of his ...
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... lord ( Easily done ) , and hold them all of me ; For what can less so great a gift deserve ? Whom thus our Saviour answer'd with disdain . I never lik'd thy talk , thy offers less ; Now both abhor , since thou hast dared to utter The ...
... lord ( Easily done ) , and hold them all of me ; For what can less so great a gift deserve ? Whom thus our Saviour answer'd with disdain . I never lik'd thy talk , thy offers less ; Now both abhor , since thou hast dared to utter The ...
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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...