The Poems of John Milton: English, Latin, Greek & Italian, Volum 2at the Florence Press, Chatto & Windus, 1925 |
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Pàgina viii
... never sere , I come to pluck your Berries harsh and crude , And with forc'd fingers rude , Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year . At last he rose , and twitch't his Mantle blue : To morrow to fresh Woods , and Pastures new ...
... never sere , I come to pluck your Berries harsh and crude , And with forc'd fingers rude , Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year . At last he rose , and twitch't his Mantle blue : To morrow to fresh Woods , and Pastures new ...
Pàgina xxiii
... never come upon us , as we trust thou hast ; for thou hast open'd our difficult and sad times , and given us an unexpected breathing after our long oppressions ; thou hast done justice upon those that tyranniz'd over us , while some men ...
... never come upon us , as we trust thou hast ; for thou hast open'd our difficult and sad times , and given us an unexpected breathing after our long oppressions ; thou hast done justice upon those that tyranniz'd over us , while some men ...
Pàgina xxiv
... never held so till this present Age , when men have better learnt that the times and seasons pass along under thy feet , to go and come at thy bidding : and as thou didst dignify our Fathers ' days with many revelations above all the ...
... never held so till this present Age , when men have better learnt that the times and seasons pass along under thy feet , to go and come at thy bidding : and as thou didst dignify our Fathers ' days with many revelations above all the ...
Pàgina xxv
... never after 1641 made mention of the pro- jected poem in any of his publications Latin or English . The note of joy in his poetry or prose was silenced for ever by the deep and bitter disappointment of his first XXV PREFACE.
... never after 1641 made mention of the pro- jected poem in any of his publications Latin or English . The note of joy in his poetry or prose was silenced for ever by the deep and bitter disappointment of his first XXV PREFACE.
Pàgina xxvi
... never my delight and this unexpected contest with the enemies of liberty has withdrawn me against my will from very different and far more pleasurable pursuits ( diversis longe et amoenioribus omnino me studiis in- tentum ad se rapuit ...
... never my delight and this unexpected contest with the enemies of liberty has withdrawn me against my will from very different and far more pleasurable pursuits ( diversis longe et amoenioribus omnino me studiis in- tentum ad se rapuit ...
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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.