The Poetical Works of John Milton,: Edited from the Original Texts by the Rev. H.C. BeechingClarendon Press, 1900 - 554 pàgines |
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Pàgina 77
... didst take thy flight . VII Wert thou some Starr which from the ruin'd roofe Of shak't Olympus by mischance didst fall ; Which carefull Jove in natures true behoofe Took up , and in fit place did reinstall ? Or did of late earths Sonnes ...
... didst take thy flight . VII Wert thou some Starr which from the ruin'd roofe Of shak't Olympus by mischance didst fall ; Which carefull Jove in natures true behoofe Took up , and in fit place did reinstall ? Or did of late earths Sonnes ...
Pàgina 78
... didst poast , And after short abode flie back with speed , As if to shew what creatures Heav'n doth breed , Thereby to set the hearts of men on fire To scorn the sordid world , and unto Heav'n aspire . X But oh why didst thou not stay ...
... didst poast , And after short abode flie back with speed , As if to shew what creatures Heav'n doth breed , Thereby to set the hearts of men on fire To scorn the sordid world , and unto Heav'n aspire . X But oh why didst thou not stay ...
Pàgina 79
... Didst move my first endeavouring tongue to speak , And mad'st imperfect words with childish tripps , Half unpronounc't , slide through my infant - lipps , Driving dum silence from the portal dore , Where he had mutely sate two years ...
... Didst move my first endeavouring tongue to speak , And mad'st imperfect words with childish tripps , Half unpronounc't , slide through my infant - lipps , Driving dum silence from the portal dore , Where he had mutely sate two years ...
Pàgina 80
... didst lie ; And sweetly singing round about thy Bed Strew all their blessings on thy sleeping Head . She heard them give thee this , that thou should'st still From eyes of mortals walk invisible , Yet there is something that doth force ...
... didst lie ; And sweetly singing round about thy Bed Strew all their blessings on thy sleeping Head . She heard them give thee this , that thou should'st still From eyes of mortals walk invisible , Yet there is something that doth force ...
Pàgina 84
... didst resign this earthy load Of Death , call'd Life ; which us from Life doth sever . Thy Works and Alms and all thy good Endeavour Staid not behind , nor in the grave were trod ; But as Faith pointed with her golden rod , Follow'd ...
... didst resign this earthy load Of Death , call'd Life ; which us from Life doth sever . Thy Works and Alms and all thy good Endeavour Staid not behind , nor in the grave were trod ; But as Faith pointed with her golden rod , Follow'd ...
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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 183 - A dungeon horrible on all sides round, As one great furnace flam'd ; yet from those flames No light ; but rather darkness visible Serv'd only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell ; hope never comes, That comes to all ; but torture without end Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed With ever-burning sulphur unconsumed...
Pàgina 42 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor; So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new spangled ore 170 Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Pàgina 550 - 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 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 61 - How charming is divine Philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets, Where no crude surfeit reigns.
Pàgina 15 - With saintly shout and solemn jubilee ; Where the bright Seraphim in burning row Their loud uplifted angel-trumpets blow ; And the Cherubic host in thousand quires Touch their immortal harps of golden wires, With those just Spirits that wear victorious palms, Hymns devout and holy psalms Singing everlastingly...
Pàgina 41 - 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 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 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.