The Complete Poems of John Milton: Written in English; with Introduction, Notes and IllustrationsP. F. Collier & son, 1909 - 463 pàgines |
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Pàgina 43
... forward , the GENIUS OF THE WOOD appears , and , turning toward them , speaks . Gen. Stay , gentle Swains , for , though in this disguise , I see bright honour sparkle through your eyes ; Of POEMS WRITTEN AT HORTON 43 ARCADES.
... forward , the GENIUS OF THE WOOD appears , and , turning toward them , speaks . Gen. Stay , gentle Swains , for , though in this disguise , I see bright honour sparkle through your eyes ; Of POEMS WRITTEN AT HORTON 43 ARCADES.
Pàgina 44
... honour sparkle through your eyes ; Of famous Arcady ye are , and sprung Of that renowned flood so often sung , Divine Alpheus , who , by secret sluice , Stole under seas to meet his Arethuse ; And ye , the breathing roses of the wood ...
... honour sparkle through your eyes ; Of famous Arcady ye are , and sprung Of that renowned flood so often sung , Divine Alpheus , who , by secret sluice , Stole under seas to meet his Arethuse ; And ye , the breathing roses of the wood ...
Pàgina 52
... honour unassailed . Was I deceived , or did a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night ? I did not err : there does a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night , And casts a gleam over this tufted grove . I ...
... honour unassailed . Was I deceived , or did a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night ? I did not err : there does a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night , And casts a gleam over this tufted grove . I ...
Pàgina 61
... honoured Lady , your dear sister . Amazed I stood , harrowed with grief and fear ; And " O poor hapless Nightingale , " thought I , " How sweet thou sing'st , how near the deadly snare ! " Then down the lawns I ran with headlong haste ...
... honoured Lady , your dear sister . Amazed I stood , harrowed with grief and fear ; And " O poor hapless Nightingale , " thought I , " How sweet thou sing'st , how near the deadly snare ! " Then down the lawns I ran with headlong haste ...
Pàgina 69
... honour's sake , Goddess of the silver lake , Listen and save ! Listen , and appear to us , In name of great Oceanus , By the earth - shaking Neptune's mace , And Tethys ' grave majestic pace ; By hoary Nereus ' wrinkled look , And the ...
... honour's sake , Goddess of the silver lake , Listen and save ! Listen , and appear to us , In name of great Oceanus , By the earth - shaking Neptune's mace , And Tethys ' grave majestic pace ; By hoary Nereus ' wrinkled look , And the ...
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The Complete Poems of John Milton: Written in English; with Introduction ... John Milton Visualització completa - 1909 |
The Complete Poems of John Milton Written in English, with Introduction ... John Milton Visualització completa - 1909 |
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Adam Ægypt Angels Archangel arms aught beast behold Belial bliss bright Cherub Cherubim Chor cloud Comus creatures Dagon dark death deeds deep delight didst divine dread dwell Earth eternal evil eyes fair Fair Angel faith Father fear fire flame flowers fruit glory gods grace hand happy hast hath HC IV heard heart Heaven heavenly Hell highth hill honour Israel JOHN MILTON King lest light live Lord Lycidas Messiah mortal night Nymph o'er pain Paradise peace Philistines praise quire reign replied round rowled Sams sapience Satan scape seat seemed Serpent shade shalt shew sight Son of God song soon spake Spirits stars stood strength sweet taste temper Thammuz thee thence thine things thither thou art thou hast thought throne thyself Tree virtue voice whence winds wings wonder wrauth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 139 - Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and, for the book of knowledge fair, Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Pàgina 78 - 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 Flames in the forehead of the morning sky : So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high, 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...
Pàgina 86 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he, returning, chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Pàgina 31 - 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 460 - 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 76 - And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life. "But not the praise," 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.
Pàgina 75 - 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...
Pàgina 101 - Thammuz came next behind, Whose annual wound in Lebanon allured The Syrian damsels to lament his fate In amorous ditties all a summer's day, While smooth Adonis from his native rock Ran purple to the sea, supposed with blood Of Thammuz yearly wounded...
Pàgina 75 - And all their echoes mourn. The willows and the hazel copses green Shall now no more be seen Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the canker to the rose, Or taint-worm to the weanling herds that graze, Or frost to flowers, that their gay wardrobe wear When first the white-thorn blows; Such, Lycidas, thy loss to shepherd's ear.
Pàgina 97 - He scarce had ceased when the superior 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.