The poetical works of John Milton, with the life of the author by S. Johnson, 3-4. kötet |
Részletek a könyvből
1 - 5 találat összesen 6 találatból.
35. oldal
... That open ' d in the midst a woody scene : Nature ' s own work it seem ' d (
Nature taught Art ) And to superstitious eye the haunt s round , Of wood - gods
and wood - nymphs ; he view ' d it When suddenly a man before him stood , Not
rustic ...
... That open ' d in the midst a woody scene : Nature ' s own work it seem ' d (
Nature taught Art ) And to superstitious eye the haunt s round , Of wood - gods
and wood - nymphs ; he view ' d it When suddenly a man before him stood , Not
rustic ...
73. oldal
Him walking on a sunny hill he found , Back ' d on the north and west by a thick
wood ; Out of the wood he starts in wonted shape , And in a careless mood thus
to him said : 450 Fair morning yet betides thee , Son of God , : After a dismal night
...
Him walking on a sunny hill he found , Back ' d on the north and west by a thick
wood ; Out of the wood he starts in wonted shape , And in a careless mood thus
to him said : 450 Fair morning yet betides thee , Son of God , : After a dismal night
...
143. oldal
The first Scene discovers a wild wood . - - - The attendant SPIRIT decends or
enters . . he air , . Before the starry threshold of Jove ' s court My mansion is ,
where those immortal shapes Of bright aerial spirits live inspher ' d lo regions
mild of ...
The first Scene discovers a wild wood . - - - The attendant SPIRIT decends or
enters . . he air , . Before the starry threshold of Jove ' s court My mansion is ,
where those immortal shapes Of bright aerial spirits live inspher ' d lo regions
mild of ...
149. oldal
I should be loath To meet the rudeness , and swill ' d insolence Of such late
wassailers ; yet ( where else Shall I inform my unacquainted feet 180 In the blind
mazes of this tangled wood ? My brothers , when they saw me wearied out With
this ...
I should be loath To meet the rudeness , and swill ' d insolence Of such late
wassailers ; yet ( where else Shall I inform my unacquainted feet 180 In the blind
mazes of this tangled wood ? My brothers , when they saw me wearied out With
this ...
193. oldal
As they come 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 famous Arcady ye are , and sprung Of that
...
As they come 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 famous Arcady ye are , and sprung Of that
...
Mit mondanak mások - Írjon ismertetőt
Nem találtunk ismertetőket a szokott helyeken.
Más kiadások - Összes megtekintése
The Poetical Works of John Milton, with the Life of the Author by S. Johnson John Milton Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2016 |
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
Amor angels arms bear bright bring brought cause CHOR comes dark death deep doth dwell earth enemies eyes fair faith father fear foes force give glory gods hand hast hath head hear heard heart Heav'n hold holy honor hope keep kings Lady land leave less light live look Lord lost mean mihi mind morning mortal Nature never night once peace praise rest rise round Samson seek sense shades Shepherd side sight sing song sons soon soul spirits stream strength sweet tell thee things thou thou art thou hast thought tibi Till true truth turn virtue voice winds wings wise wood
Népszerű szakaszok
192. oldal - Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys! Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
186. oldal - Euphrosyne, And by men, heart-easing Mirth, Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore...
190. oldal - And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
146. oldal - 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.
197. oldal - And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
188. oldal - Where the great sun begins his state, Rob'd in flames, and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; 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.
37. oldal - 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...
32. oldal - FLY, envious Time, till thou run out thy race ; Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours, Whose speed is but the heavy plummet's pace ; And glut thyself with what thy womb devours, Which is no more than what is false and vain, And merely mortal dross ; So little is our loss, So little is thy gain.