The Poems of John Milton: With Notes, 1. kötetChapman and Hall, 1859 |
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7. oldal
... once before Forsook the hated earth , oh ! tell me sooth , And camest again to visit us once more ? Or wert thou Mercy , that sweet smiling Youth ? Or that crowned matron , sage , white - robed Truth ? Or any other of that heavenly ...
... once before Forsook the hated earth , oh ! tell me sooth , And camest again to visit us once more ? Or wert thou Mercy , that sweet smiling Youth ? Or that crowned matron , sage , white - robed Truth ? Or any other of that heavenly ...
9. oldal
... once a pleasure , And from thy wardrobe bring thy chiefest treasure , Not those new - fangled toys and trimming slight , Which takes our late fantastics with delight ; But cull those richest robes and gayest attire , Which deepest ...
... once a pleasure , And from thy wardrobe bring thy chiefest treasure , Not those new - fangled toys and trimming slight , Which takes our late fantastics with delight ; But cull those richest robes and gayest attire , Which deepest ...
10. oldal
... once told In solemn songs at king Alcinoüs ' feast ; While sad Ulysses ' soul and all the rest Are held , with his melodious harmony , In willing chains and sweet captivity . But fie , my wandering Muse , how thou dost stray ...
... once told In solemn songs at king Alcinoüs ' feast ; While sad Ulysses ' soul and all the rest Are held , with his melodious harmony , In willing chains and sweet captivity . But fie , my wandering Muse , how thou dost stray ...
11. oldal
... once it was my dismal hap to hear A Sibyl old , bow - bent with crooked age , That far events full wisely could presage , And , in Time's long and dark prospective - glass , Foresaw what future days should bring to pass . Your son ...
... once it was my dismal hap to hear A Sibyl old , bow - bent with crooked age , That far events full wisely could presage , And , in Time's long and dark prospective - glass , Foresaw what future days should bring to pass . Your son ...
13. oldal
... once did sing , 95. that runneth underneath , sc . at Mickleham in Surrey . 96. Or Severn , etc. See Comus , v . 827 seq . 97. Or rocky Avon . As there are three rivers of this name ( which in Cym- ric and Celtic signifies river ) in ...
... once did sing , 95. that runneth underneath , sc . at Mickleham in Surrey . 96. Or Severn , etc. See Comus , v . 827 seq . 97. Or rocky Avon . As there are three rivers of this name ( which in Cym- ric and Celtic signifies river ) in ...
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Alluding Angels Arethuse arms behold bliss bright called Carm chariot Chaucer Cherub Cherubim clouds comp Comus dæmon dark death deep delight divine doth earth eternal eyes Faerie Queen fair Father fear fire flame flowers glory gods gold golden grace hand hath head Heaven heavenly Hell hill honour hypallage King L'Allegro Lady Latin light Lord Lost Lycidas means Milton mind morn Muse Newton night o'er orbs original editions Ovid Paradise Paradise Lost perhaps Pneumatology poem poet praise probably Ptolemaic system reign round Satan says seems sense shade sing song SONNET soul spake Spenser Spirits stars stood stream sweet Tasso thee thence Theog things thou hast thought throne Todd unto verse viii Virg Warton whence winds wings word zeugma δὲ καὶ τε
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95. oldal - Virtue could see to do what Virtue would By her own radiant light, though sun and moon Were in the flat sea sunk. And Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude, Where with her best nurse Contemplation She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings That in the various bustle of resort Were all to-ruffled, and sometimes impaired. 380 He that has light within his own clear breast May sit i...
132. 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...
344. oldal - Out of the fertile ground he caused to grow All trees of noblest kind for sight, smell, taste; And all amid them stood the Tree of Life, High eminent, blooming ambrosial fruit Of vegetable gold ; and next to life, 220 Our death, the Tree of Knowledge, grew fast by, Knowledge of good bought dear by knowing ill.
167. oldal - O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundredfold, who, having learnt thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
363. oldal - But neither breath of morn, when she ascends With charm of earliest birds; nor rising sun On this delightful land ; nor herb, fruit, flower, Glistering with dew; nor fragrance after showers, Nor grateful evening mild; nor silent night, With this her solemn bird ; nor walk by moon, Or glittering star-light, without thee is sweet.
204. oldal - Spanish poets of prime note have rejected rime both in longer and shorter works, as have also long since our best English tragedies, as a thing of itself, to all judicious ears, trivial and of no true musical delight; which consists only in apt numbers, fit quantity of syllables, and the sense variously drawn out from one verse into another...
363. 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...
302. oldal - Thus with the year Seasons return ; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and everduring dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
271. oldal - As when from mountain-tops the dusky clouds Ascending, while the north wind sleeps, o'erspread Heaven's cheerful face, the louring element Scowls o'er the darkened landskip snow, or shower ; If chance the radiant sun with farewell sweet Extend his evening beam, the fields revive, ' The birds their notes renew, and bleating herds Attest their joy, that hill and valley rings.
168. 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...