THE POETICAL WORKS OF JOHN MILTON, 1. kötetMacmillan, 1904 |
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vii. oldal
... ll say who see the man's true face ; Friends , if for whom it stands you ne'er had dreamt , Laugh at the wretched artist's poor attempt . ' • The engraving is so distinctly below the ave Marshall's work BIBLIOGRAPHICAL NOTE vii.
... ll say who see the man's true face ; Friends , if for whom it stands you ne'er had dreamt , Laugh at the wretched artist's poor attempt . ' • The engraving is so distinctly below the ave Marshall's work BIBLIOGRAPHICAL NOTE vii.
24. oldal
... stand - a horrid front Of dreadful length and dazzling arms , in guise Of warriors old , with ordered spear and shield , Awaiting what command their mighty Chief Had to impose . He through the armèd files Darts his experienced eye , and ...
... stand - a horrid front Of dreadful length and dazzling arms , in guise Of warriors old , with ordered spear and shield , Awaiting what command their mighty Chief Had to impose . He through the armèd files Darts his experienced eye , and ...
25. oldal
... Stands on the blasted heath . He now prepared To speak ; whereat their doubled ranks they bend From wing to wing , and half enclose him round With all his peers : attention held them mute . Thrice he assayed , and thrice , in spite of ...
... Stands on the blasted heath . He now prepared To speak ; whereat their doubled ranks they bend From wing to wing , and half enclose him round With all his peers : attention held them mute . Thrice he assayed , and thrice , in spite of ...
32. oldal
... stand against the Thunderer's aim Your bulwark , and condemns to greatest share Of endless pain ? Where there is , then , no good For which to strive , no strife can grow up there From faction : for none sure will claim in Hell ...
... stand against the Thunderer's aim Your bulwark , and condemns to greatest share Of endless pain ? Where there is , then , no good For which to strive , no strife can grow up there From faction : for none sure will claim in Hell ...
33. oldal
... stand in arms , and longing wait The signal to ascend - sit lingering here , Heaven's fugitives , and for their dwelling - place Accept this dark opprobrious den of shame , The prison of his tyranny who reigns By our delay ? No ! let us ...
... stand in arms , and longing wait The signal to ascend - sit lingering here , Heaven's fugitives , and for their dwelling - place Accept this dark opprobrious den of shame , The prison of his tyranny who reigns By our delay ? No ! let us ...
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Abdiel Adam Adam and Eve Almighty Angels Archangel arms aught beast Beelzebub behold bliss bright burning lake Canaan celestial Cherub Cherubim CHIG cloud creatures dark death deep delight didst divine dread dwell Earth Empyrean eternal evil eyes fair Fair Angel faith Father fear Fiend fierce fire flaming flowers fruit glory Gods grace hand happy hast hath heard heart Heaven Heavenly Hell highth hill honour Ithuriel John Milton King less lest light live mankind Messiah nigh night o'er pain PARADISE LOST peace praise reign round RSITY sapience Satan Satan return scape seat seemed Seraph Serpent shade shalt sight SITY soon sovran spake Spirits stars stood sweet taste Thammuz thee thence thine things thither thou hast thoughts throne thyself tree UNIV UNIV voice whence wings wonder World Zephon
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25. oldal - Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams, or, from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
11. oldal - Hurled headlong flaming from the ethereal sky, With hideous ruin and combustion, down To bottomless perdition, there to dwell In adamantine chains and penal fire, Who durst defy the Omnipotent to arms.
12. oldal - That durst dislike his reign, and, me preferring, His utmost power with adverse power opposed In dubious battle on the plains of Heaven, And shook his throne. What though the field be lost ? All is not lost — the unconquerable will. And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield ; And what is else not to be overcome ? That glory never shall his wrath or might no Extort from me.
111. oldal - Rising or falling still advance his praise. His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
156. oldal - Half yet remains unsung, but narrower bound Within the visible Diurnal Sphere. Standing on Earth, not rapt above the pole, More safe I sing with mortal voice, unchanged To hoarse or mute, though fallen on evil days, On evil days though fallen, and evil tongues. In darkness, and with dangers compassed round, And solitude ; yet not alone, while thou Visit'st my slumbers nightly, or when Morn Purples the East.
292. oldal - For God is also in sleep ; and dreams advise, Which he hath sent propitious, some great good Presaging, since, with sorrow and heart's distress Wearied, I fell asleep : but now lead on — In me is no delay : with thee to go, Is to stay here ; without thee here to stay, Is to go hence unwilling ; thou to me Art all things under heaven, all places thou, Who for my wilful crime art banish'd hence.
56. oldal - O'er bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare, With head, hands, wings, or feet pursues his way, And swims or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies.
96. oldal - With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun, 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...
111. oldal - Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle multiform, and mix And nourish all things, let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise.
23. oldal - At which the universal host up-sent A shout, that tore hell's concave, and beyond Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night. All in a moment, through the gloom, were seen Ten thousand banners rise into the air, With orient colours waving : with them rose A forest huge of spears ; and thronging helms Appear'd, and serried shields in thick array Of depth immeasurable...