The Poetical Works of John MiltonT. Tegg, 1842 - 767 oldal |
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xxxvi. oldal
... glory ; and buckling on the controversial panoply , he threw it off only when the various works of this volume , surpassed by none in any sort of eloquence , became the record and trophy of his achievements , and the worthy forerunners ...
... glory ; and buckling on the controversial panoply , he threw it off only when the various works of this volume , surpassed by none in any sort of eloquence , became the record and trophy of his achievements , and the worthy forerunners ...
xxxviii. oldal
... glory unapproachable ; Parent of angels and men ! next , thee I implore , Omnipotent King , Redeemer of that last remnant , whose nature thou didst assume , ineffable and everlasting love ! And thou , the third subsistence of divine ...
... glory unapproachable ; Parent of angels and men ! next , thee I implore , Omnipotent King , Redeemer of that last remnant , whose nature thou didst assume , ineffable and everlasting love ! And thou , the third subsistence of divine ...
xlii. oldal
... glory , by the honour and instruction of my country . " For which cause , and not only for that I knew it would be hard to arrive at the second rank among the Latins , I applied myself to that resolution which Ariosto followed against ...
... glory , by the honour and instruction of my country . " For which cause , and not only for that I knew it would be hard to arrive at the second rank among the Latins , I applied myself to that resolution which Ariosto followed against ...
lvi. oldal
... glory , which are wont to make the best and the greatest of men their slaves . The purity of your virtues and the splendour of your actions consecrate those sweets of ease which you enjoy , and which constitute the wished- for haven of ...
... glory , which are wont to make the best and the greatest of men their slaves . The purity of your virtues and the splendour of your actions consecrate those sweets of ease which you enjoy , and which constitute the wished- for haven of ...
lx. oldal
... glory by the loss of life ; but that I might procure great good by little suffering ; that , though I am blind , I might still discharge the most honourable duties , the performance of which , as it is something more durable than glory ...
... glory by the loss of life ; but that I might procure great good by little suffering ; that , though I am blind , I might still discharge the most honourable duties , the performance of which , as it is something more durable than glory ...
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lxxvii. oldal - her nocturnal note. Thus with the year Seasons return ; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of eve or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and cver-during dark .Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men
lxxxiv. oldal - And I looked, and beheld a pale horse, and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him : and power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with sickness, and with the beasts of the earth.
521. oldal - harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose ; But musical as is Apollo's lute ", And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets, Where no crude surfeit reigns. El. Br. List, list ; I hear Some far-off halloo break the silent air. Sec. Br. Methought so too ; what should it be ? El. Br. For certain Either some one like us
586. oldal - Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures ', Whilst the landskip round it measures ; *• Russet lawns, and fallows gray, Where the nibbling flocks do stray ; Mountains on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest ; Meadows trim with daisies pide, Shallow brooks, and rivers wide : Towers and battlements it sees Bosom'd high in
576. oldal - In : But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more *. Return, Alpheus ; the dread voice is past. That shrunk thy streams"; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers
xcviii. oldal - Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; 0, raise us up ! return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thou hadst a voice, whose sound was like the sea : Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free
612. oldal - Forget not : in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piemontese that roll'd Mother with infant down the rocks *. Their moans The vales redoubled to the lulls, and they To Heaven. Their martyr'd blood and ashes sow O'er all
93. oldal - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, 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
612. oldal - ON HIS BLINDNESS. WHEN I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide *, Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He, returning, chide ; " Doth God exact day-labour, light denied
506. oldal - dire*, And aery tongues that syllable " men's names On sands, and shores, and desert wildernesses. These thoughts may startle well, but not astound The virtuous mind, that ever walks attended By a strong-siding champion. Conscience.— O, welcome, pure-eyed Faith ; white-handed Hope, Thou hovering angel girt with golden wings * ; And thou.