The Poetical Works of John MiltonWorthington, 1886 - 581 oldal |
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iii. oldal
... Look , nymphs , and shep- perds look To Sir Henry Vane the Younger 487 On the Late Massacre in Piedmont 487 36 On His Blindness 488 To Mr. Lawrence 489 amell'd green ' 38 To Cyriac Skinner 489 Song III . " Nymphs and shepherds To the ...
... Look , nymphs , and shep- perds look To Sir Henry Vane the Younger 487 On the Late Massacre in Piedmont 487 36 On His Blindness 488 To Mr. Lawrence 489 amell'd green ' 38 To Cyriac Skinner 489 Song III . " Nymphs and shepherds To the ...
5. oldal
... Look in , and see each blissful Deity How he before the thunderous throne doth lie , List'ning to what unshorn Apollo sings To the touch of golden wires , while Hebe brings Immortal nectar to her kingly sire : Then passing through the ...
... Look in , and see each blissful Deity How he before the thunderous throne doth lie , List'ning to what unshorn Apollo sings To the touch of golden wires , while Hebe brings Immortal nectar to her kingly sire : Then passing through the ...
9. oldal
... look so near upon her foul deformities . The Magi . The word " wisard " meant simply wise men , and is used in Sir John Cheke's translation of St. Matthew's Gospel . III . But He her fears to cease , Sent ODES . The Hymn To the ...
... look so near upon her foul deformities . The Magi . The word " wisard " meant simply wise men , and is used in Sir John Cheke's translation of St. Matthew's Gospel . III . But He her fears to cease , Sent ODES . The Hymn To the ...
31. oldal
... looks commercing with the skies , Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes : 1 Memnon was King of Ethiopia , an ally of the Trojans . He was slain by Achilles . 2 Cassiopeia , wife of Cepheus , King of Ethiopia . She boasted of being more ...
... looks commercing with the skies , Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes : 1 Memnon was King of Ethiopia , an ally of the Trojans . He was slain by Achilles . 2 Cassiopeia , wife of Cepheus , King of Ethiopia . She boasted of being more ...
34. oldal
... look , Hide me from day's garish eye , While the bee with honied thigh , That at her flow'ry work doth sing , And the waters murmuring With such consort as they keep , Entice the dewy - feather'd sleep ; 1 Alluding to Spenser's " Fairie ...
... look , Hide me from day's garish eye , While the bee with honied thigh , That at her flow'ry work doth sing , And the waters murmuring With such consort as they keep , Entice the dewy - feather'd sleep ; 1 Alluding to Spenser's " Fairie ...
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The Poetical Works of John Milton: Reprinted from the Chandos Poets ; with ... John Milton Nincs elérhető előnézet - 1889 |
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Adam agni angels ANTISTROPHE appear'd arms aught beast behold bliss bright call'd Caphtor Cherubim CHOR cloud Comus Dagon dark death deep delight didst divine doth dread dwell earth eternal ev'ning evil eyes fair Father fear fire flow'rs fræna fruit glory Gods grace hand happy hast hath heard heart heav'n heav'nly hell highth hill honour ipse Israel John Milton Jupiter King lest light live Lord Lycidas Messiah mihi Milton morn mortal night numina o'er paradise Paradise Lost peace Philistines praise Psalm quæ reign return'd round Satan seat seem'd serpent shade shalt sight Son of GOD song soon soul spake spirits stood strength sweet taste thee thence thine things thither thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi tree Tu quoque turn'd vex'd virtue voice wand'ring whence winds wings
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32. oldal - But first and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation ; And the mute Silence hist along, 'Less Philomel will deign a song, In her sweetest saddest plight. Smoothing the rugged brow of Night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke Gently o'er the accustomed oak.
xxiii. oldal - Though all the winds of doctrine were let loose to play upon the earth, so Truth be in the field, we do injuriously, by licensing and prohibiting, to misdoubt her strength. Let her and falsehood grapple ; who ever knew Truth put to the worse in a free and open encounter ? Her confuting is the best and surest suppressing.
129. oldal - Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song ; but chief Thee, Sion, and the flowery brooks beneath, That wash thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit...
74. oldal - 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...
76. oldal - Before all temples the upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for thou know'st ; thou from the first Wast present, and, with mighty wings outspread, Dove-like sat'st brooding on the vast abyss, And mad'st it pregnant : what in me is dark, Illumine ; what is low, raise and support; That to the height of this great argument I may assert eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men.
28. oldal - While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
29. 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.
31. oldal - But, hail! thou Goddess sage and holy! Hail, divinest Melancholy! Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight, And therefore to our weaker view O'erlaid with black, staid Wisdom's hue; Black, but such as in esteem Prince Memnon's sister might beseem, Or that starred Ethiop queen that strove To set her beauty's praise above The Sea-Nymphs, and their powers offended.
82. oldal - Farewell, happy fields, Where joy for ever dwells! Hail, horrors! hail, Infernal World! and thou, profoundest Hell, Receive thy new possessor— one who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time.
488. oldal - CYRIACK, this three years day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope ; but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, Friend, to have lost them overplied In liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which...