Selections from the Prose and Poetry of John MiltonHoughton, Mifflin, 1923 - 310 pàgines |
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Pàgina 3
... close is to the ode On the Morning of Christ's Nativity , the first really characteris- tic utterance of Milton's Muse . ... For light elegy is the care of many gods , and calls to its numbers whom it will ; Bacchus comes , and Erato ...
... close is to the ode On the Morning of Christ's Nativity , the first really characteris- tic utterance of Milton's Muse . ... For light elegy is the care of many gods , and calls to its numbers whom it will ; Bacchus comes , and Erato ...
Pàgina 8
... close - joined as we are by the dear tie of blood , we pursue kindred arts and studies ? Phoebus wished to divide himself , and gave one half himself to me and the other half to you . Father and son , we share between us the god . But ...
... close - joined as we are by the dear tie of blood , we pursue kindred arts and studies ? Phoebus wished to divide himself , and gave one half himself to me and the other half to you . Father and son , we share between us the god . But ...
Pàgina 9
... close of the great Latin elegy ( written about 1640 ) in which he paid tribute to the memory of Charles Diodati under the pastoral name of Damon , Milton pauses to speak , with the intimacy of one who is accustomed to share all ...
... close of the great Latin elegy ( written about 1640 ) in which he paid tribute to the memory of Charles Diodati under the pastoral name of Damon , Milton pauses to speak , with the intimacy of one who is accustomed to share all ...
Pàgina 48
... to lose , With thousand echoes still prolongs each heavenly close . X Nature , that heard such sounds Beneath the hollow round 80 0 90 100 Of Cynthia's seat the airy Region thrilling , Now was 48 SELECTIONS FROM THE MINOR POEMS.
... to lose , With thousand echoes still prolongs each heavenly close . X Nature , that heard such sounds Beneath the hollow round 80 0 90 100 Of Cynthia's seat the airy Region thrilling , Now was 48 SELECTIONS FROM THE MINOR POEMS.
Pàgina 63
... close covert , by some brook , Where no profaner eye may look , Hide me from Day's garish eye . While the bee with honeyed thigh , That at her flowery work doth sing , And the waters murmuring , With such consort as they keep , Entice ...
... close covert , by some brook , Where no profaner eye may look , Hide me from Day's garish eye . While the bee with honeyed thigh , That at her flowery work doth sing , And the waters murmuring , With such consort as they keep , Entice ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
Adam Adam and Eve Angels Arethuse arms beast Beelzebub behold Belial bliss bower burning lake celestial Cherub Cherubim Comus creatures dark death deep delight divine dreadful Earth eternal evil eyes fair faith father fear fell fierce fiery fire flames flowers foul fruit glory gods grace hand happy hast thou hate hath heard Heaven Heavenly Hell highth hill honour hope horrid infernal Ithuriel King L'Allegro less light live Locrine lost Lycidas Milton mind Moloch morning mortal Muse night o'er pain Pandæmonium Paradise Paradise Lost Paradise Regained peace poem reign revenge round Samson Agonistes sapience Satan Satan return seat seemed Serpent shade shame sight song soon spake Spirits stood sweet taste Thammuz thee thence Theocritus things thither thought throne thunder thyself Tree virtue voice whence winds wings worse Zephon
Passatges populars
Pàgina 99 - Phoebus replied, and touched my trembling ears: "Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies, 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.
Pàgina 97 - And all their echoes, mourn. The willows, and the hazel copses green, Shall now no more be seen Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the canker to the rose, Or taint-worm to the weanling herds that graze, Or frost to flowers, that their gay wardrobe wear, When first the white-thorn blows ; Such, Lycidas, thy loss to shepherd's ear.
Pàgina 102 - And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes. Now, Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more ; Henceforth thou art the genius of the shore In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood.
Pàgina 56 - Stoutly struts his dames before : Oft listening how the hounds and horn Cheerly rouse the slumbering morn, From the side of some hoar hill, Through the high wood echoing shrill...
Pàgina 84 - Canace to wife, That owned the virtuous ring and glass, And of the wondrous horse of brass On which the Tartar king did ride...
Pàgina 100 - 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 honeyed showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Pàgina 56 - Russet lawns, and fallows gray, Where the nibbling flocks do stray ; Mountains, on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest ; Meadows trim, with daisies pied ; Shallow brooks, and rivers wide ; Towers and battlements it sees Bosomed high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some beauty lies, The cynosure of neighbouring eyes.
Pàgina 132 - Archangel: but his face Deep scars of thunder had intrenched, and care Sat on his faded cheek, but under brows Of dauntless courage, and considerate* pride Waiting revenge. Cruel his eye, but cast Signs of remorse and passion to behold The fellows of his crime, the followers rather (Far other once beheld in bliss), condemned For ever now to have their lot in pain...
Pàgina 76 - May sit i' the centre, and enjoy bright day ; But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the mid-day sun ; Himself is his own dungeon.
Pàgina 55 - Euphrosyne, And by men, heart-easing Mirth, Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore...