Milton's Poetical Works: With Life, Critical Dissertation, and Explanatory Notes, 2. kötetJames Nichol, 1853 |
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vi. oldal
... beginning to break across the look of serene expectancy worn by his Mighty Shade . It is , perhaps , ever thus in the world's conduct to men of lofty genius . At first they are treated as composites vi CRITICAL ESTIMATE OF THE GENIUS.
... beginning to break across the look of serene expectancy worn by his Mighty Shade . It is , perhaps , ever thus in the world's conduct to men of lofty genius . At first they are treated as composites vi CRITICAL ESTIMATE OF THE GENIUS.
xi. oldal
... look wist- fully to the far - off heavens , —did wear supernal scorn at times upon his lip , and say , " I do well to be angry even unto death " ? -it was the necessity of his nature , and one of the few things which proved him not to ...
... look wist- fully to the far - off heavens , —did wear supernal scorn at times upon his lip , and say , " I do well to be angry even unto death " ? -it was the necessity of his nature , and one of the few things which proved him not to ...
xiv. oldal
... look , " and descends , with equal calm and bold- ness , amidst depths into which other souls dare only timidly peer . How perfectly at home he is in that wondrous hell of his which he has cut out from Chaos , and wrapped in devour- ing ...
... look , " and descends , with equal calm and bold- ness , amidst depths into which other souls dare only timidly peer . How perfectly at home he is in that wondrous hell of his which he has cut out from Chaos , and wrapped in devour- ing ...
xxiii. oldal
... look at it for a moment . If a hero mean the most interesting and impressive character in an Epos , then Dry- den is right , and Satan is the hero . If a hero mean the being you most sympathise with , then Adam is the hero . If a hero ...
... look at it for a moment . If a hero mean the most interesting and impressive character in an Epos , then Dry- den is right , and Satan is the hero . If a hero mean the being you most sympathise with , then Adam is the hero . If a hero ...
5. oldal
... looks aghast and sad , he thus bespake . O ancient Powers of air , and this wide world ( For much more willingly I mention air , This our old conquest , than remember Hell , Our hated habitation ) , well ye know How many ages , as the ...
... looks aghast and sad , he thus bespake . O ancient Powers of air , and this wide world ( For much more willingly I mention air , This our old conquest , than remember Hell , Our hated habitation ) , well ye know How many ages , as the ...
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agni Amor ancient Angels ANTISTROPHE Arethuse arms Atque aught behold canst captive Comus cùm Dagon dark daughter death deeds deliverance didst divine dost doth dread Earl of Bridgewater earth enemies Euripides eyes fair fame fantastick Father fear feast foes friends glorious glory gods grace Hæc hand hath head hear heard Heaven holy honour ipse Israel Jesus Jove king kingdom Lady light Lord LORD BRACKLEY Lycidas malè Manoah mihi Milton mind mortal Muse never night numbers numina Nymph o'er once Ovid Paradise Lost Parthian peace Philistines poem praise quæ quid reign Samson Samson Agonistes Satan Saviour shades shalt shame Shepherd sing Son of God song soon soul spirits strength sweet Tempter thee thence thine things thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi virgin virtue wilt winds wings youth
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177. oldal - 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, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
166. oldal - 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.
171. oldal - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn, That ten day-labourers could not end ; Then lies him down the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength ; And, crop-full, out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
164. oldal - That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring, Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string. Hence with denial vain, and coy excuse, So may some gentle Muse With lucky words favour my destin'd Urn, And as he passes turn, And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud.
217. oldal - WHAT needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones The labour of an age in piled stones ? Or that his hallowed reliques should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid ? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name ? Thou in our Wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
172. oldal - Rain influence, and judge the prize 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.
176. oldal - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age, Ennobled hath the buskined stage. But O, sad Virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower, Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what Love did seek.
167. oldal - 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. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes, That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
131. oldal - Was rife, and perfect in my listening ear, Yet nought but single darkness do I find. What might this be? A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands and shores and desert wildernesses.
175. oldal - 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. Or let my lamp, at midnight hour, Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft out-watch the Bear...