The Poetical Works of John Milton: With Notes and a Life of the Author, 2. kötetHilliard, Gray, 1838 |
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... Song . On May Morning ...... 332 An Epitaph on the admirable Dramatic Poet , W. Shake- 333 speare . On the University Carrier .. 334 Another on the same ... 335 Fragments of Translations ...... Epigram on Salmasius's Hundreda ..... Page.
... Song . On May Morning ...... 332 An Epitaph on the admirable Dramatic Poet , W. Shake- 333 speare . On the University Carrier .. 334 Another on the same ... 335 Fragments of Translations ...... Epigram on Salmasius's Hundreda ..... Page.
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... songs , garlands , flowers , And charming symphonies attach'd the heart Of Adam , soon inclin❜d to admit delight , The bent of nature ; which he thus express'd . True opener of mine eyes , prime angel bless'd , Much better seems this ...
... songs , garlands , flowers , And charming symphonies attach'd the heart Of Adam , soon inclin❜d to admit delight , The bent of nature ; which he thus express'd . True opener of mine eyes , prime angel bless'd , Much better seems this ...
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... Song xiii . ' The Avon trips along . ' xv . ' The Isis from her source comes tripping with delight ; ' and xxvi . ' Darwin from her fount comes tripping down towards Trent . ' Todd . 848 soft foot ] See Drakenborch's Note on Sil ...
... Song xiii . ' The Avon trips along . ' xv . ' The Isis from her source comes tripping with delight ; ' and xxvi . ' Darwin from her fount comes tripping down towards Trent . ' Todd . 848 soft foot ] See Drakenborch's Note on Sil ...
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... song , else mute , And bear thro ' highth or depth of nature's bounds With prosperous wing full summ'd to tell of deeds Above heroic , though in secret done , And unrecorded left through many an age , Worthy t ' have not remain'd so ...
... song , else mute , And bear thro ' highth or depth of nature's bounds With prosperous wing full summ'd to tell of deeds Above heroic , though in secret done , And unrecorded left through many an age , Worthy t ' have not remain'd so ...
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... song ; What wonder then if I delight to hear Her dictates from thy mouth ? most men admire Virtue , who follow not her lore : permit me To hear thee when I come , ( since no man comes , ) And talk at least , though I despair to attain ...
... song ; What wonder then if I delight to hear Her dictates from thy mouth ? most men admire Virtue , who follow not her lore : permit me To hear thee when I come , ( since no man comes , ) And talk at least , though I despair to attain ...
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Adam agni Amor angel atque behold Bentl bright call'd CHOR choro cloud Comus Dagon dark death deeds divine domino jam domum impasti dost doth Du Bartas Dunster dwell earth edition enemies eyes fair faith fame father fear feast foes fræna glory Hæc hand hath heard heaven holy honour igne illa ille ipse Israel jam non vacat king Lord Lycidas mihi Milton's modo mortal Newton night numbers numina nunc o'er Olympo Ovid paradise peace Philistines Poems praise PSALM quæ quam quid quoque sæpe SAMS Samson Saviour Shakesp shalt Shepherd sibi sight sing Son of God song soul spirits stood strength sweet Sylvester's Du Bartas thee thence thine things thou art thou hast thought throne tibi Todd Tu quoque ulmo Virg virtue Warton wilt words
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287. oldal - Haste thee Nymph, and bring with thee 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 ; 30 Sport, that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
275. oldal - That to the faithful herdman's art belongs! What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw; The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread: Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace and nothing said; But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
284. oldal - And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves...
269. oldal - Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due: For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer. Who would not sing for Lycidas? he knew 10 Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind Without the meed of some melodious tear.
286. oldal - HENCE, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy! Find out some uncouth cell Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings And the night-raven sings ; There under ebon shades, and low-brow'd rocks As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
274. oldal - Ah! who hath reft,' quoth he, 'my dearest pledge ? ' Last came and last did go, The pilot of the Galilean lake ; Two massy keys he bore, of metals twain no (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain). He shook his mitred locks, and stern bespake: ' How well could I have spared for thee young swain, Enow of such as for their bellies...
160. oldal - To daily fraud, contempt, abuse and wrong, Within doors, or without, still as a fool, In power of others, never in my own ; Scarce half I seem to live, dead more than half. O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day! O first created beam, and thou great Word, Let there be light, and light was over all; Why am I thus bereaved thy prime decree?
290. oldal - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequered shade, And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday...
269. oldal - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer. Who would not sing for Lycidas? he knew...
271. oldal - Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream. Ay me, I fondly dream ! Had ye been there...