Milton's Poetical WorksJames Nichol, 1861 - 662 oldal |
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51. oldal
... thee yet by deeds What it intends ; till first I know of thee , What thing thou art , thus double - form'd ; and why , In this infernal vale first met , thou call'st Me Father , and that phantasm call'st my Son : I know thee not , nor ...
... thee yet by deeds What it intends ; till first I know of thee , What thing thou art , thus double - form'd ; and why , In this infernal vale first met , thou call'st Me Father , and that phantasm call'st my Son : I know thee not , nor ...
52. oldal
... thee , dim thine eyes and dizzy swum In darkness , while thy head flames thick and fast Threw forth ; till on the left side opening wide , Likest to thee in shape and countenance bright , Then shining heavenly fair , a goddess arm'd ...
... thee , dim thine eyes and dizzy swum In darkness , while thy head flames thick and fast Threw forth ; till on the left side opening wide , Likest to thee in shape and countenance bright , Then shining heavenly fair , a goddess arm'd ...
63. oldal
... Thee I re - visit now with bolder wing , Escap'd the Stygian pool , though long detain'd In that obscure sojourn , while in my flight , Through utter and through middle darkness borne , With other notes than to the Orphéan lyre , I sung ...
... Thee I re - visit now with bolder wing , Escap'd the Stygian pool , though long detain'd In that obscure sojourn , while in my flight , Through utter and through middle darkness borne , With other notes than to the Orphéan lyre , I sung ...
67. oldal
... thee ever blest . For should Man finally be lost , should Man , Thy creature late so lov'd , thy youngest son , Fall circumvented thus by fraud , though join'd With his own folly ? That be from thee far , That far be from thee , Father ...
... thee ever blest . For should Man finally be lost , should Man , Thy creature late so lov'd , thy youngest son , Fall circumvented thus by fraud , though join'd With his own folly ? That be from thee far , That far be from thee , Father ...
71. oldal
... Thee from my bosom and right hand , to save , By losing thee awhile , the whole race lost . Thou , therefore , whom thou only canst redeem , Their nature also to thy nature join ; And be thyself Man among men on earth , Made flesh ...
... Thee from my bosom and right hand , to save , By losing thee awhile , the whole race lost . Thou , therefore , whom thou only canst redeem , Their nature also to thy nature join ; And be thyself Man among men on earth , Made flesh ...
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Adam Angels Arethuse arm'd arms aught beast behold Belial bliss bright call'd Cherubim cloud Comus Countess of Derby Dagon dark death deeds deep delight didst divine dread dwell earth enemies eternal evil eyes fair faith Father fear fruit glory gods grace hand happy hast hath heard heart Heaven heavenly Hell highth hill honour Israel King lest light live Lord LORD BRACKLEY lost Lycidas Messiah Milton mind morn mortal night o'er Paradise Paradise Lost Paradise Regained Parthian peace Philistines praise rais'd reign replied return'd round Samson Samson Agonistes sapience Satan seat seem'd serpent shade shalt sight Son of God song soon soul spake Spirit stars stood strength sweet taste thee thence thine things thither thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tree turn'd vex'd virtue voice whence winds wings wonder
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123. oldal - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
506. oldal - Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies. For, so to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise; Ay me ! whilst thee the shores and sounding seas Wash far away, where'er thy bones are hurl'd, Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps, under the whelming tide, Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world...
509. oldal - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull Night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled Dawn doth rise ; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good morrow, Through the sweet-briar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
513. oldal - Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys! Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
502. oldal - And all their echoes, mourn. The Willows, and the Hazel Copses green, Shall now no more be seen, Fanning their joyous Leaves to thy soft lays.
106. 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 : But neither breath of morn, when she ascends...
507. oldal - And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes. Now, Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more; Henceforth thou art the Genius of the shore In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood.
26. oldal - From heaven, they fabled, thrown by angry Jove Sheer o'er the crystal battlements : from morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, A summer's day ; and with the setting sun Dropt from the zenith like a falling star, On Lemnos the /Egean isle : thus they relate, Erring...
505. 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...
22. oldal - Above them all the archangel : but his face Deep scars of thunder had intrench'd ; and care Sat on his faded cheek, but under brows Of dauntless courage, and considerate pride Waiting revenge ; cruel his eye, but cast Signs of remorse and passion, to behold The fellows of his crime, the followers rather (Far other once beheld in bliss), condemn'd For ever now to have their lot in pain...