The poetical works John Milton. Repr., with memoir, notes, &c, Edició 4771873 |
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Pàgina 5
... wide air next under , And hills of snow , and lofts of pilèd thunder , May tell at length how green - eyed Neptune raves , In Heaven's defiance mustering all his waves ; Then sing of secret things that came to pass When beldam Nature in ...
... wide air next under , And hills of snow , and lofts of pilèd thunder , May tell at length how green - eyed Neptune raves , In Heaven's defiance mustering all his waves ; Then sing of secret things that came to pass When beldam Nature in ...
Pàgina 10
... wide her myrtle wand , She strikes a universal peace through sea and land . IV . Nor war , or battle's sound Was heard the world around : The idle spear and shield were high up hung , The hooked chariot stood Unstain'd with hostile ...
... wide her myrtle wand , She strikes a universal peace through sea and land . IV . Nor war , or battle's sound Was heard the world around : The idle spear and shield were high up hung , The hooked chariot stood Unstain'd with hostile ...
Pàgina 13
... wide the gates of her high palace hall . But wisest Fate says No , This must not yet be so , XVI . The babe yet lies in smiling infancy , That on the bitter cross Must redeem our loss ; So both Himself and us to glorify ; Yet first to ...
... wide the gates of her high palace hall . But wisest Fate says No , This must not yet be so , XVI . The babe yet lies in smiling infancy , That on the bitter cross Must redeem our loss ; So both Himself and us to glorify ; Yet first to ...
Pàgina 28
... wide . Towers and battlements it sees Bosom'd high in tufted trees , Where perhaps some Beauty lies , The Cynosure of neighb'ring eyes . Hard by , a cottage - chimney smokes , From betwixt two agèd oaks , Where Corydon and Thyrsis met ...
... wide . Towers and battlements it sees Bosom'd high in tufted trees , Where perhaps some Beauty lies , The Cynosure of neighb'ring eyes . Hard by , a cottage - chimney smokes , From betwixt two agèd oaks , Where Corydon and Thyrsis met ...
Pàgina 32
... wide pathless way ; And oft , as if her head she bow'd , Stooping through a fleecy cloud ... Oft on a plat of rising ground , I hear the far - off curfew sound , Over some wide water'd shore , Swinging slow with sullen roar ; Or if the ...
... wide pathless way ; And oft , as if her head she bow'd , Stooping through a fleecy cloud ... Oft on a plat of rising ground , I hear the far - off curfew sound , Over some wide water'd shore , Swinging slow with sullen roar ; Or if the ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
Adam angels appear'd arm'd arms aught beast behold bliss bright call'd Cherub Cherubim CHOR cloud Comus Dagon dark death deep delight didst divine dread dwell earth eternal ev'ning evil eyes fair faith fall'n Father fear fire flame flow'rs fruit gates glory Gods grace hand happy hast hath head heard heav'n heav'nly hell highth hill honour Israel John Milton join'd King lest Leucothea light live Locrine Lord Lord Brackley lost Lycidas Messiah Milton Moloch morn mortal night o'er pain paradise Paradise Lost peace Philistines praise Psalm reign return'd round sapience Satan seat seem'd serpent shades shalt sight Son of GOD song soon spake spirits stars stood sweet taste thee thence thine things thither thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tree turn'd vex'd virtue voice whence winds wings
Passatges populars
Pàgina 482 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Pàgina 68 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor, So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Pàgina xiii - I know they are as lively and as vigorously productive as those fabulous dragon's teeth ; and, being sown up and down, may chance to spring up armed men. And yet, on the other hand, unless wariness be used, as good almost kill a man as kill a good book. Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image ; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself ; kills the image of God, as it were, in the eye. Many a man lives a burden to the earth ; but a good book is the precious life-blood of...
Pàgina 22 - Robed in flames, and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight : While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Pàgina 66 - That to the faithful herdman's art belongs ! What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw ; The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread : Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said: — But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Pàgina 175 - Angels: for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Pàgina 67 - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freak'd with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears : Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Pàgina 70 - Before all temples the upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for thou know'st ; thou from the first Wast present, and, with mighty wings outspread, Dove-like sat'st brooding on the vast abyss, And mad'st it pregnant : what in me is dark, Illumine ; what is low, raise and support; That to the height of this great argument I may assert eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men.
Pàgina 160 - But neither breath of morn, when she ascends With charm of earliest birds; nor rising sun On this delightful land ; nor herb, fruit, flower, Glistering with dew; nor fragrance after showers, Nor grateful evening mild; nor silent night, With this her solemn bird ; nor walk by moon, Or glittering star-light, without thee is sweet.
Pàgina 268 - As one who, long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air, Forth issuing on a summer's morn, to breathe Among the pleasant villages and farms Adjoin'd, from each thing met conceives delight ; The smell of grain, or tedded grass, or kine, Or dairy, each rural sight, each rural sound...