Complete Poetical WorksH. Frowde, 1908 - 554 pàgines |
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Pàgina xi
... leave of it , I may be permitted to say that it has cost more of both these inestimable treasures than I had anticipated . The last proof reaches me just a year after the first , and the progress of the work has not in the interval been ...
... leave of it , I may be permitted to say that it has cost more of both these inestimable treasures than I had anticipated . The last proof reaches me just a year after the first , and the progress of the work has not in the interval been ...
Pàgina 5
... leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day . XV Yea Truth , and Justice then Will down return to men , Th'enameld Arras of the Rain - bow wearing , And Mercy set between , Thron'd in Celestiall sheen , With radiant feet the tissued ...
... leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day . XV Yea Truth , and Justice then Will down return to men , Th'enameld Arras of the Rain - bow wearing , And Mercy set between , Thron'd in Celestiall sheen , With radiant feet the tissued ...
Pàgina 6
... shreik the steep of Delphos leaving . No nightly trance , or breathed spell , Inspire's the pale - ey'd Priest from the prophetic cell . 180 XX The lonely mountains o're , And the resounding shore ( 6 ) Miscellaneous Poems .
... shreik the steep of Delphos leaving . No nightly trance , or breathed spell , Inspire's the pale - ey'd Priest from the prophetic cell . 180 XX The lonely mountains o're , And the resounding shore ( 6 ) Miscellaneous Poems .
Pàgina 8
... leaving their Moon - lov'd maze . XXVII But see the Virgin blest , Hath laid her Babe to rest . Time is our tedious Song should here have ending , Heav'ns youngest teemed Star , Hath fixt her polisht Car , Her sleeping Lord with ...
... leaving their Moon - lov'd maze . XXVII But see the Virgin blest , Hath laid her Babe to rest . Time is our tedious Song should here have ending , Heav'ns youngest teemed Star , Hath fixt her polisht Car , Her sleeping Lord with ...
Pàgina 13
... leaves should all be black wheron I write , And letters where my tears have washt a wannish white . 30 VI See see the Chariot , and those rushing wheels , That whirl'd the Prophet up at Chebar flood , My spirit som transporting Cherub ...
... leaves should all be black wheron I write , And letters where my tears have washt a wannish white . 30 VI See see the Chariot , and those rushing wheels , That whirl'd the Prophet up at Chebar flood , My spirit som transporting Cherub ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
Adam agni amorous Angels Arms Atque Battel Beast behold bliss brest bright call'd Clouds dark Death deep delight didst Divine doth dwell Earth Eternal evil eyes fair farr Father fear fræna Fruit Gates giv'n glory Gods grace H. C. BEECHING Hæc hand happie hast hath heard Heav'n heav'nly Hell highth Hill honour ipse JOHN MILTON King light live Lord Lycidas malè mihi Morn night numina o're Olympo Paradise PARADISE LOST Paradise Regain'd peace praise PSAL quæ quid rais'd repli'd round Samson Agonistes Satan seat seemd Serpent shade shalt shew sight Skie Song soon Soul spake Spirits Starrs stood sweet taste thee thence thine things thir thou thou art thou hast thought Throne tibi Tree Tu quoque ulmo vertue voice wandring Warr winds wings World
Passatges populars
Pàgina 262 - When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening" mild; then silent night With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train...
Pàgina 229 - And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. So much the rather thou, celestial Light, Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate ; there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight.
Pàgina 40 - Built in th'eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next Camus, reverend Sire, went footing slow, His Mantle hairy, and his Bonnet sedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscrib'd with woe. "Ah; Who hath reft" (quoth he) "my dearest pledge?
Pàgina 21 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Pàgina 42 - Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves, Where other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Pàgina 548 - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast; no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame ; nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
Pàgina 41 - Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffadillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies. For so to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise.
Pàgina 276 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ! thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair: thyself how wondrous then, Unspeakable ! who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Pàgina 23 - Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And Pomp, and Feast, and Revelry, With Mask, and antique Pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves, by haunted stream.
Pàgina 5 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears (If ye have power to touch our senses so), And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the bass of heaven's deep organ blow; And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.