The poetical works of John Milton, ed. with a critical memoir by W.M. Rossetti, Edició 3221871 |
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Pągina 3
... once , as far as angels ' ken , he views The dismal situation waste and wild ; A dungeon horrible , on all sides round , As one great furnace , flamed ; yet from those flames No light , but rather darkness visible Served only to ...
... once , as far as angels ' ken , he views The dismal situation waste and wild ; A dungeon horrible , on all sides round , As one great furnace , flamed ; yet from those flames No light , but rather darkness visible Served only to ...
Pągina xxiii
... once , as far as angels ' ken , he views The dismal situation waste and wild ; A dungeon horrible , on all sides round , As one great furnace , flamed ; yet from those flames No light , but rather darkness visible Served only to ...
... once , as far as angels ' ken , he views The dismal situation waste and wild ; A dungeon horrible , on all sides round , As one great furnace , flamed ; yet from those flames No light , but rather darkness visible Served only to ...
Pągina xxiii
... once , as far as angels ' ken , he views The dismal situation waste and wild ; A dungeon horrible , on all sides round , As one great furnace , flamed ; yet from those flames No light , but rather darkness visible Served only to ...
... once , as far as angels ' ken , he views The dismal situation waste and wild ; A dungeon horrible , on all sides round , As one great furnace , flamed ; yet from those flames No light , but rather darkness visible Served only to ...
Pągina 7
... once more With rallied arms to try what may be yet Regain'd in heaven , or what more lost in hell ? So Satan spake , and him Beelzebub Thus answer'd : Leader of those armies bright , Which but the Omnipotent none could have foil'd , If once ...
... once more With rallied arms to try what may be yet Regain'd in heaven , or what more lost in hell ? So Satan spake , and him Beelzebub Thus answer'd : Leader of those armies bright , Which but the Omnipotent none could have foil'd , If once ...
Pągina 8
... once yours , now lost , If such astonishment as this can seize Eternal spirits ; or have ye chosen this place After the toil of battle to repose Your wearied virtue , for the ease you find To slumber here , as in the vales of heaven ...
... once yours , now lost , If such astonishment as this can seize Eternal spirits ; or have ye chosen this place After the toil of battle to repose Your wearied virtue , for the ease you find To slumber here , as in the vales of heaven ...
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The Poetical Works Of John Milton, Ed. With A Critical Memoir By W.m. Rossetti John Milton Previsualització no disponible - 2019 |
The Poetical Works of John Milton, Ed. with a Critical Memoir by W.M. Rossetti John Milton Previsualització no disponible - 2019 |
The Poetical Works of John Milton, Ed. with a Critical Memoir by W.M. Rossetti John Milton Previsualització no disponible - 2015 |
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Passatges populars
Pągina 296 - Had ye been there — for what could that have done? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself, for her enchanting son, Whom universal nature did lament, When by the rout that made the hideous roar, His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift...
Pągina 296 - Phoebus replied, and touched my trembling ears: "Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies, But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.
Pągina 61 - 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. "Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep ! Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill or valley, fountain or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. " Hail, universal Lord ! be bounteous still To give us only good; and, if the night Have gathered aught of evil, or concealed, Disperse it, as now light...
Pągina 301 - Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom; Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm To bless the doors from nightly harm.
Pągina 295 - YET once more, O ye Laurels, and once more, Ye Myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer. Who would not sing for Lycidas? he knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
Pągina 325 - MAY MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May ! that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing; Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Pągina 305 - 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.
Pągina 294 - 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.
Pągina xxiii - Anon out of the earth a fabric huge Rose like an exhalation, with the sound Of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet, Built like a temple, where pilasters round Were set, and Doric pillars overlaid With golden architrave ; nor did there want Cornice or frieze, with bossy sculptures graven •, The roof was fretted gold.
Pągina 319 - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance, or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.