The Poems of John Milton: English, Latin, Greek & Italian, Volum 2at the Florence Press, Chatto & Windus, 1925 |
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Pàgina xi
... Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive , But to be young was very Heaven . A lyrical note of exultation , not heard in Milton's earlier poetry and not to be heard in the great poem when that came at last to be written , rings through the ...
... Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive , But to be young was very Heaven . A lyrical note of exultation , not heard in Milton's earlier poetry and not to be heard in the great poem when that came at last to be written , rings through the ...
Pàgina xii
... Bliss in over measure for ever . " Thus in his first pamphlet " Of Reformation in Eng- land " ( 1641 ) he gives utterance to the new hope which has kindled his mind to a higher strain than academic studies and models could inspire ; and ...
... Bliss in over measure for ever . " Thus in his first pamphlet " Of Reformation in Eng- land " ( 1641 ) he gives utterance to the new hope which has kindled his mind to a higher strain than academic studies and models could inspire ; and ...
Pàgina 24
... bliss ) condemn'd For ever now to have their lot in pain , Millions of Spirits for his fault amerc't Of Heav'n , and from Eternal Splendors flung For his revolt , yet faithful how they stood , Thir Glory wither'd . As when Heaven's Fire ...
... bliss ) condemn'd For ever now to have their lot in pain , Millions of Spirits for his fault amerc't Of Heav'n , and from Eternal Splendors flung For his revolt , yet faithful how they stood , Thir Glory wither'd . As when Heaven's Fire ...
Pàgina 35
... bliss , condemn'd In this abhorred deep to utter woe ; Where pain of unextinguishable fire Must exercise us without hope of end The Vassals of his anger , when the Scourge Inexorably , and the torturing hour Calls us to Penance ? More ...
... bliss , condemn'd In this abhorred deep to utter woe ; Where pain of unextinguishable fire Must exercise us without hope of end The Vassals of his anger , when the Scourge Inexorably , and the torturing hour Calls us to Penance ? More ...
Pàgina 44
... bliss , Faded so soon . Advise if this be worth Attempting , or to sit in darkness here Hatching vain Empires . Thus Beelzebub Pleaded his devilish Counsel , first devis'd By Satan , and in part propos'd : for whence , But from the ...
... bliss , Faded so soon . Advise if this be worth Attempting , or to sit in darkness here Hatching vain Empires . Thus Beelzebub Pleaded his devilish Counsel , first devis'd By Satan , and in part propos'd : for whence , But from the ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
Adam Adam and Eve Ægypt Aldis Almighty Angels answer'd appear'd arm'd Arms aught Beast behold bliss bright burning Lake call'd Canaan Celestial Cherube Cherubim Cloud Creatures dark Death deep delight Divine dreadful dwell Eternal Ev'ning evil eyes fair Fair Angel Faith fall'n Father fear fill'd fire Flow'rs Fruit Gates giv'n Glory Gods grace hand happy hast hath heard heav'nly Hell highth Hill John Milton join'd King labour less lest light live Love Lucifer Mankind Messiah Milton Morn Night o'er ordain'd pain PARADISE LOST peace perfet pleas'd poem rais'd Reign repli'd return'd round Sapience Satan seat seem'd Seraph Serpent shalt shew sight Song soon spake Spirits Stars stood sweet taste thee thence thine things thir thither thou hast thoughts Throne thyself Tree turn'd voice wand'ring whence wings World wrauth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 11 - Almighty hath not built Here for his envy, will not drive us hence : Here we may reign secure, and in my choice To reign is worth ambition, though in hell : Better to reign in hell, than serve in heaven.
Pàgina 133 - Rising or falling, still advance His praise. His praise, ye winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and wave your tops, ye pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave. Fountains, and ye that warble as ye flow, Melodious murmurs, warbling tune His praise. Join voices, all ye living souls ; ye birds, That singing up to heaven- gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes His praise.
Pàgina 94 - O thou, that, with surpassing glory crown'd, Look'st from thy sole dominion, like the god Of this new world ; at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminish'd heads ; to thee I call, But with no friendly voice, and add thy name, 0 sun ! to tell thee how I hate thy beams, That bring to my remembrance from what state 1 fell, how glorious once above thy sphere...
Pàgina 302 - Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay To mould me man ? Did I solicit thee From darkness to promote me...
Pàgina 95 - Me miserable ! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair? Which way I fly is Hell ; myself am Hell ; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep, Still threat'ning to devour me opens wide, To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven.
Pàgina 67 - Eternal coeternal beam, May I express thee unblamed ? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate! Or hear'st thou rather, pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell ? Before the sun, Before the heavens thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle, didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless infinite.
Pàgina 17 - Thammuz came next behind, Whose annual wound in Lebanon allured The Syrian damsels to lament his fate In amorous ditties, all a summer's day; While smooth Adonis from his native rock Ran purple to the sea, supposed with blood Of Thammuz yearly wounded...
Pàgina xviii - Daughters; but by devout prayer to that Eternal Spirit who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his Seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases...
Pàgina 112 - Now glow'd the firmament With living sapphires : Hesperus, that led The starry host, rode brightest, till the moon, Rising in clouded majesty, at length Apparent queen unveil'd her peerless light, And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw.
Pàgina 26 - Sheer o'er the crystal battlements: from morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, A summer's day; and with the setting sun Dropt from the zenith, like a falling star, On Lemnos, the Aegean isle.