The Poetical Works of Milton, Young, Gray, Beattie, and Collins: Complete in One VolumeJ.B. Lippincott & Company, 1867 |
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xxvi. oldal
... glory : no such man was ever of that party . He had the advan- But his great parts and learning have scarcely tage of a pious education , and ever expressed the gained him more admirers , than his political prin- profoundest reverence ...
... glory : no such man was ever of that party . He had the advan- But his great parts and learning have scarcely tage of a pious education , and ever expressed the gained him more admirers , than his political prin- profoundest reverence ...
2. oldal
... glory , extinct , and happy state Here swallowed up in endless misery . But what if he our Conqueror ( whom I now Of force believe almighty , since no less Than such could have o'erpowered such force as ours ) Have left us in this our ...
... glory , extinct , and happy state Here swallowed up in endless misery . But what if he our Conqueror ( whom I now Of force believe almighty , since no less Than such could have o'erpowered such force as ours ) Have left us in this our ...
6. oldal
... glory obscured : as when the sun , new risen , 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 ...
... glory obscured : as when the sun , new risen , 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 ...
12. oldal
... glory excites. In our confusion , and our joy upraise In his listurbance ; when his darling sons , Hurled headlong to partake with us , shall curse Their frail original , and faded bliss , Faded so soon . Advise if this be worth ...
... glory excites. In our confusion , and our joy upraise In his listurbance ; when his darling sons , Hurled headlong to partake with us , shall curse Their frail original , and faded bliss , Faded so soon . Advise if this be worth ...
13. oldal
... glory and shame , Midst came their mighty Paramount , and seemed Vain wisdom all , and false philosophy ! Alone the antagonist of heaven , nor less Than hell's dread emperor , with pomp supreme , And godlike imitated state : him round ...
... glory and shame , Midst came their mighty Paramount , and seemed Vain wisdom all , and false philosophy ! Alone the antagonist of heaven , nor less Than hell's dread emperor , with pomp supreme , And godlike imitated state : him round ...
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angels arms art thou behold beneath blessed bliss boast book of Job bright charms clouds crown Dagon dark death deep delight divine Don Carlos dost dread earth Eclogue eternal fair fame fate father fear fire flame give glorious glory gods grace hand happy hast hath hear heart Heaven hell honour hope human immortal king labour light live Lord Lorenzo Lycidas lyre mankind mighty Milton mind mortal Muse Nature Nature's ne'er night numbers nymph o'er pain Paradise Paradise Lost passion peace Pindar pleasure praise pride proud rage reign rise Rome round sacred Satan scene shade shine sight skies smile Son of God song soon soul spirit stars sublime sweet tears tempest thee thine things thought throne thunder truth virtue Voltaire winds wing wisdom wise wonder
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162. oldal - Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills, and they To heaven. Their martyred blood and ashes sow O'er all the...
8. oldal - He, above the rest In shape and gesture proudly eminent, Stood like a tower. His form had yet not lost All her original brightness, nor appeared Less than archangel ruined, and the excess Of glory obscured ; as when the sun, new risen, 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.
155. oldal - I hear the far-off curfew sound Over some wide-watered shore, Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or, if the air will not permit, Some still, removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom, Far from all resort of mirth Save the cricket on the hearth Or the bellman's drowsy charm To bless the doors from nightly harm.
154. oldal - Hard by a cottage chimney smokes From betwixt two aged oaks, Where Corydon and Thyrsis met Are at their savoury dinner set Of herbs and other country messes, Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses...
158. oldal - Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe. Ah; who hath reft (quoth he) my dearest pledge?
155. oldal - The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshy nook: And of those demons that are found In fire, air, flood, or under ground, Whose power hath a true consent With planet, or with element. Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In sceptr'd pall come sweeping by Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine; Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage.
154. oldal - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes .Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask and antique pageantry ; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream. Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild.
162. oldal - Old Law did save, And such as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...
135. oldal - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail or knock the breast; no weakness, no contempt, dispraise, or blame; nothing but well and fair, and what may quiet us in a death so noble.
153. oldal - Euphrosyne, And by men, heart-easing Mirth, Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore...