Selections from the Prose and Poetry of John MiltonHoughton, Mifflin, 1923 - 310 pàgines |
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Pàgina 49
... dark foundations deep , 120 And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep . If XIII Ring out , ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears , ye have power to touch our senses so ; And let your silver chime Move in melodious ...
... dark foundations deep , 120 And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep . If XIII Ring out , ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears , ye have power to touch our senses so ; And let your silver chime Move in melodious ...
Pàgina 53
... dark , The sable - stolèd Sorcerers bear his worshiped ark . 219 XXV He feels from Juda's land The dreaded Infant's hand ; The rays of Bethlehem blind his dusky eyn ; Nor all the gods beside Longer dare abide , Not Typhon huge ending in ...
... dark , The sable - stolèd Sorcerers bear his worshiped ark . 219 XXV He feels from Juda's land The dreaded Infant's hand ; The rays of Bethlehem blind his dusky eyn ; Nor all the gods beside Longer dare abide , Not Typhon huge ending in ...
Pàgina 55
... dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell . But come , thou Goddess fair and free , In heaven yclep'd Euphrosyne , And by men , heart - easing Mirth , Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more To ivy - crownèd Bacchus bore ; Or ...
... dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell . But come , thou Goddess fair and free , In heaven yclep'd Euphrosyne , And by men , heart - easing Mirth , Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more To ivy - crownèd Bacchus bore ; Or ...
Pàgina 56
... Darkness thin ; And to the stack , or the barn - door , 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 ...
... Darkness thin ; And to the stack , or the barn - door , 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 68
... Dark - veiled Cotytto , to whom the secret flame Of midnight torches burns ! mysterious Dame , That ne'er art called but when the dragon womb Of Stygian darkness spets her thickest gloom , And makes one blot of all the air ! Stay thy ...
... Dark - veiled Cotytto , to whom the secret flame Of midnight torches burns ! mysterious Dame , That ne'er art called but when the dragon womb Of Stygian darkness spets her thickest gloom , And makes one blot of all the air ! Stay thy ...
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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...