Selections from the Prose and Poetry of John MiltonHoughton, Mifflin, 1923 - 310 pàgines |
Des de l'interior del llibre
Resultats 1 - 5 de 67.
Pàgina 5
... night pass on ( for so I call my life , as yet obscure and un- serviceable to mankind ) , and that the day with me is at hand , wherein Christ commands us to labor , while there is yet light . Which , because I am persuaded you do for ...
... night pass on ( for so I call my life , as yet obscure and un- serviceable to mankind ) , and that the day with me is at hand , wherein Christ commands us to labor , while there is yet light . Which , because I am persuaded you do for ...
Pàgina 7
... night of speculation , but this very consideration of that great commandment , does not press forward , as soon as many do , to undergo , but keeps off , with a sacred and religious advisement how best to undergo , not taking thought of ...
... night of speculation , but this very consideration of that great commandment , does not press forward , as soon as many do , to undergo , but keeps off , with a sacred and religious advisement how best to undergo , not taking thought of ...
Pàgina 9
... night to continue my search ; and I follow in the way in which you go before . Hence I feel an irre- sistible impulse to cultivate the friendship of him who , despising the prejudices and false conceptions of the vulgar , dares to think ...
... night to continue my search ; and I follow in the way in which you go before . Hence I feel an irre- sistible impulse to cultivate the friendship of him who , despising the prejudices and false conceptions of the vulgar , dares to think ...
Pàgina 10
... nights and a day now since I — ah , I know not what large strain my pipe was trying to sound - I was accustoming my lips to new reeds perhaps : suddenly the fastening burst ; the reeds flew asunder , unable to endure longer the grave ...
... nights and a day now since I — ah , I know not what large strain my pipe was trying to sound - I was accustoming my lips to new reeds perhaps : suddenly the fastening burst ; the reeds flew asunder , unable to endure longer the grave ...
Pàgina 30
... night , prays , is liberally supped , and sumptuously laid to sleep , rises , is saluted , and after the malmsey , or some well - spiced brewage , and better breakfasted than he whose morning appe- tite would have gladly fed on green ...
... night , prays , is liberally supped , and sumptuously laid to sleep , rises , is saluted , and after the malmsey , or some well - spiced brewage , and better breakfasted than he whose morning appe- tite would have gladly fed on green ...
Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
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...