The Poems of John MiltonT. Nelson & sons, 1936 - 582 pàgines |
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Pàgina 300
... sense the invisible exploits Of warring spirits ; how without remorse The ruin of so many glorious once And perfect while they stood ; how last unfold The secrets of another world , perhaps Not lawful to reveal ? Yet for thy good 550 ...
... sense the invisible exploits Of warring spirits ; how without remorse The ruin of so many glorious once And perfect while they stood ; how last unfold The secrets of another world , perhaps Not lawful to reveal ? Yet for thy good 550 ...
Pàgina 370
... sense of brute . Thus he resolved , but first from inward grief His bursting passion into plaints thus poured . " O Earth , how like to Heaven , if not preferred More justly , seat worthier of Gods , as built With second thoughts ...
... sense of brute . Thus he resolved , but first from inward grief His bursting passion into plaints thus poured . " O Earth , how like to Heaven , if not preferred More justly , seat worthier of Gods , as built With second thoughts ...
Pàgina 484
... sense deluding , Which they who asked have seldom understood , And not well understood , as good not known ? Who ever by consulting at thy shrine Returned the wiser , or the more instruct To fly or follow what concerned him most , And ...
... sense deluding , Which they who asked have seldom understood , And not well understood , as good not known ? Who ever by consulting at thy shrine Returned the wiser , or the more instruct To fly or follow what concerned him most , And ...
Continguts
Preface | v |
A Paraphrase on Psalm 114 | 1 |
On the Death of a Fair Infant Anno Ætatis | 7 |
Copyright | |
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Adam angels appear arms Book bright bring brought called cause comes dark death deep delight divine Earth evil eyes fair faith fall Father fear fire force fruit give glory gods grace hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven Hell hill hope human Italy King Latin leave less light lines live look Lord lost means Milton mind morn move Nature never night once pain Paradise passed peace perhaps poem praise reason receive rest round Samson Satan seek seemed side sight song soon sound spirits stand star stood strength sweet taste thee things thou thought throne till tree true turned virtue voice winds wings wonder