The Poetical Works of John Milton: Paradise regined, Samson Agonistes, Comus, Arcades, and other poemsBohn, 1861 |
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12. oldal
... me his , Me his beloved Son , in whom alone He was well pleased ; by which I knew the time Now full , that I no more should live obscure ; But openly begin , as best becomes The authority which. 12 PARADISE REGAINED .
... me his , Me his beloved Son , in whom alone He was well pleased ; by which I knew the time Now full , that I no more should live obscure ; But openly begin , as best becomes The authority which. 12 PARADISE REGAINED .
14. oldal
... Live on tough roots and stubs , to thirst inured More than the camel , and to drink go far , Men to much misery and ... lives not by bread only , but each word Proceeding from the mouth of God , who fed Our fathers here with manna ; in ...
... Live on tough roots and stubs , to thirst inured More than the camel , and to drink go far , Men to much misery and ... lives not by bread only , but each word Proceeding from the mouth of God , who fed Our fathers here with manna ; in ...
43. oldal
... live upon their tongues , and be their talk , Of whom to be dispraised were no small praise ? His lot who dares be singularly good . The intelligent among them and the wise Are few , and glory scarce of few is raised . This is true ...
... live upon their tongues , and be their talk , Of whom to be dispraised were no small praise ? His lot who dares be singularly good . The intelligent among them and the wise Are few , and glory scarce of few is raised . This is true ...
44. oldal
... lives now Equal in fame to proudest conquerors . Yet if for fame and glory aught be done , Aught suffer'd ; if young African for fame His wasted country freed from Punic rage , The deed becomes unpraised , the man at least , And loses ...
... lives now Equal in fame to proudest conquerors . Yet if for fame and glory aught be done , Aught suffer'd ; if young African for fame His wasted country freed from Punic rage , The deed becomes unpraised , the man at least , And loses ...
54. oldal
... lives Of threescore and ten thousand Israelites By three days ' pestilence ? Such was thy zeal To Israel then ; the same that now to me . As for those captive tribes , themselves were they Who wrought their own captivity , fell off From ...
... lives Of threescore and ten thousand Israelites By three days ' pestilence ? Such was thy zeal To Israel then ; the same that now to me . As for those captive tribes , themselves were they Who wrought their own captivity , fell off From ...
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aëre agni Amor angels Atque aught behold bright canst captive choro Comus Dagon dark death deeds Deûm didst divine domino jam domum impasti dost doth dread earth enemies eyes fair fame father fear feast foes fræna glorious glory gods Hæc hand hath hear heard heaven holy honour igne illa ille ipse Israel jam non vacat Jehovah Jesus kings Lady light Lord lumina Lycidas malè Manoah mihi mortal Muse night numbers numina Nunc nymph o'er Olympo PARADISE REGAINED Parthian peace Philistines praise PSALM quæ quid quoque reign sæpe Sams Samson Satan Saviour shades shalt shame shepherd sing Son of God song soul spake spirits strength sweet tempter thee thence thine things thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi truth Tu quoque ulmo urbe virgin virtue voice wilt winds wings
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138. 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.
205. oldal - Or the unseen genius of the wood. But let my due feet never fail To walk the studious cloisters pale, And love the high embowed roof, With antic pillars massy proof, And storied windows, richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.
204. oldal - Or call up him that left half -told The story of Cambuscan bold, Of Camball, and of Algarsife, And who had Canace to wife, That owned the virtuous ring and glass, And of the wondrous horse of brass On which the Tartar king did ride...
237. 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 thee long.
190. oldal - What hard mishap hath doom'd this gentle swain? And question'd every gust of rugged wings That blows from off each beaked promontory: They knew not of his story; And sage Hippotades their answer brings, That not a blast was from his dungeon stray 'd; The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters play'd.
220. oldal - Muse, shall not thy sacred vein Afford a present to the Infant God ? Hast thou no verse, no hymn, or solemn strain To welcome him to this his new abode, . Now while the heaven, by the sun's team untrod, Hath took no print of the approaching light, And all the spangled host keep watch in squadrons bright?
189. oldal - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, 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...
198. oldal - Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. 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, 140 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...
159. oldal - Begin to cast a beam on the outward shape, The unpolluted temple of the mind, And turns it by degrees to the soul's essence, Till all be made immortal : but when lust, By unchaste looks, loose gestures, and foul talk, But most by lewd and lavish act of sin, Lets in defilement to the inward parts, The soul grows clotted by contagion, Imbodies, and imbrutes, till she quite lose The divine property of her first be^ ing.
195. oldal - 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: Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe...