The Poetical Works of John MiltonE. Fleischer, 1834 - 392 pàgines |
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Pàgina viii
... death of his in- timate friend Mr. Philips ) worthily succeeded in the place , which except some time of exclusion before and during the interregnum , he held for many years , and left it to Mr. Thomas Milton ( the son of the ...
... death of his in- timate friend Mr. Philips ) worthily succeeded in the place , which except some time of exclusion before and during the interregnum , he held for many years , and left it to Mr. Thomas Milton ( the son of the ...
Pàgina ix
... death ( for he was drowned on the Irish Seas in his passage from Chester to Ireland ) he bewails in that most excellent monody in his foremen- tioned poems , intitled Lycidas . Never was the loss of friend so elegantly lamented ; and ...
... death ( for he was drowned on the Irish Seas in his passage from Chester to Ireland ) he bewails in that most excellent monody in his foremen- tioned poems , intitled Lycidas . Never was the loss of friend so elegantly lamented ; and ...
Pàgina xiv
... - dict in the close of an elegy he made in the seventeenth year of his age , upon the death of one of his sister's child- ren , ( a daughter ) who died in her infancy . and Then thou the mother of so sweet a child , XIV THE LIFE OF.
... - dict in the close of an elegy he made in the seventeenth year of his age , upon the death of one of his sister's child- ren , ( a daughter ) who died in her infancy . and Then thou the mother of so sweet a child , XIV THE LIFE OF.
Pàgina xx
... death , entitled , Eixov Bacılınŋ , that is , The Royal Image ; a book highly cried up for its smooth style , and pathetical composure ; wherefore to obviate the impression it was like to make among the many , he was obliged to write an ...
... death , entitled , Eixov Bacılınŋ , that is , The Royal Image ; a book highly cried up for its smooth style , and pathetical composure ; wherefore to obviate the impression it was like to make among the many , he was obliged to write an ...
Pàgina xxi
... death , the remedy of evils , and ender of controversies , and now I presume our author had some breathing space ; but it was not long ; for though Salmasius was departed , he left some stings behind , new enemies started up , barkers ...
... death , the remedy of evils , and ender of controversies , and now I presume our author had some breathing space ; but it was not long ; for though Salmasius was departed , he left some stings behind , new enemies started up , barkers ...
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Adam angels appear'd arm'd arms aught beast behold Belial bliss bright call'd Cherub Cherubim Chor cloud Comus Dagon dark death deeds deep delight didst divine doth dread dwell earth Egypt eternal evil eyes fair faith fall'n Father fear flow'r fruit glory gods grace hand happy hast hath heard heart heav'n heav'nly hell highth hill honour Israel join'd King lest light live Lord Lycidas Manoah Messiah morn mortal night numina nymph o'er pain Paradise Parthian pass'd peace Philistines pleas'd pow'r praise quire rais'd reign replied return'd round sapience Satan seat seem'd serpent shade shalt sight Son of God song soon spake spirits stood strength sweet taste Thammuz thee thence thine things thither thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tree turn'd vex'd virtue voice wand'ring whence winds wings
Passatges populars
Pàgina 278 - 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 6 - Fiend Was moving toward the shore ; his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast. The broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views At evening, from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, 290 Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
Pàgina 314 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which...
Pàgina 278 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.
Pàgina 280 - Haste thee Nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks...
Pàgina 285 - And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves...
Pàgina 73 - 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.
Pàgina 36 - Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song ; but chief Thee, Sion, and the flowery brooks beneath, That wash thy hallowed feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit...
Pàgina 62 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun, 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 281 - While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.