The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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9. oldal
... wind . " Know then , that , after Lucifer from heaven ( So call him , brighter once amidst the host Of angels , than that star the stars among ) , Fell with his flaming legions , through the deep , Into his place ; and the great Son ...
... wind . " Know then , that , after Lucifer from heaven ( So call him , brighter once amidst the host Of angels , than that star the stars among ) , Fell with his flaming legions , through the deep , Into his place ; and the great Son ...
11. oldal
... winds , And surging waves , as mountains , to assault Heaven's highth , and with the centre mix the pole . Silence , ye troubled Waves ! and thou Deep , peace ! ' · Said then the Omnific Word ; your discord end ! Nor staid ; but , on ...
... winds , And surging waves , as mountains , to assault Heaven's highth , and with the centre mix the pole . Silence , ye troubled Waves ! and thou Deep , peace ! ' · Said then the Omnific Word ; your discord end ! Nor staid ; but , on ...
18. oldal
... winds : the air Floats as they pass , fann'd with unnumber'd plumes . From branch to branch the smaller birds with song Solaced the woods , and spread their painted wings Till even nor then the solemn nightingale Ceased warbling , but ...
... winds : the air Floats as they pass , fann'd with unnumber'd plumes . From branch to branch the smaller birds with song Solaced the woods , and spread their painted wings Till even nor then the solemn nightingale Ceased warbling , but ...
52. oldal
... wind The woodbine round this arbor , or direct The clasping ivy where to climb ; while I In yonder spring of roses , intermix'd With myrtle , find what to redress till noon . For , while so near each other thus all day Our task we ...
... wind The woodbine round this arbor , or direct The clasping ivy where to climb ; while I In yonder spring of roses , intermix'd With myrtle , find what to redress till noon . For , while so near each other thus all day Our task we ...
60. oldal
... 'd To interrupt , side - long he works his way . As when a ship , by skilful steersmen wrought Nigh river's mouth or foreland , where the wind ASTOR LIBRA MILTON . His gentle dumb exprefsion turn'd at 60 B. IX . PARADISE LOST .
... 'd To interrupt , side - long he works his way . As when a ship , by skilful steersmen wrought Nigh river's mouth or foreland , where the wind ASTOR LIBRA MILTON . His gentle dumb exprefsion turn'd at 60 B. IX . PARADISE LOST .
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Adam angels answer'd appear'd aught beast behold Belial Bethabara bless'd bliss bright call'd Canaan canst Cherubim Cities of men cloud creatures Ctesiphon dark death delight descended didst divine dwell earth evil eyes fair faith fame Father fear foretold fruit glory gods grace ground hand happy hath heard heart heaven heavenly hell highth hill hither Israel Jesus join'd king kingdom lest light live Lord lost Lycidas mankind Messiah nigh night numbers Paradise PARADISE REGAINED Parthian pass'd peace quire reign replied return'd river Jordan sapience Satan Saviour seat seed seek seem'd serpent shade shame sight Son of God soon spake Spirit stars stood sung sweet taste Tempter thee thence thine things thou art thou hast thou may'st thought throne thyself tree turn'd vex'd virtue voice whence wings wonder
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244. oldal - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath thresh'd the corn That ten day-labourers could not end; Then lies him down the lubber fiend, And, stretch'd out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength; And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings. Thus done the tales, to bed they creep, By whispering winds soon lull'd asleep.
248. oldal - Gently o'er the accustom'd oak. Sw'eet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy! Thee, chauntress, oft the woods among I woo, to hear thy even-song; And, missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the Heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud.
236. oldal - Alas ! what boots it with uncessant care To tend the homely, slighted, shepherd's trade, And strictly meditate the thankless Muse ? Were it not better done, as others use, To sport with Amaryllis in the shade, Or with the tangles of Neaera's hair ? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise, (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days...
237. oldal - That came in Neptune's plea; He ask'd the waves, and ask'd the felon winds, What hard mishap hath doom'd this gentle swain? And question'd every gust of rugged wings That blows from off each beaked promontory: They knew not of his story; And sage Hippotades their answer brings, That not a blast was from his dungeon stray 'd; The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters play'd.
236. oldal - Phoebus replied, and touched my trembling ears: "Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad rumor lies, But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.
238. oldal - 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 flowrets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades and wanton winds and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint...
238. oldal - 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.
33. oldal - fair light, And thou enlighten'd earth, so fresh and gay, Ye hills, and dales, ye rivers, woods, and plains, And ye that live and move, fair creatures, tell, Tell, if ye saw, how came I thus, how here?
240. 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-browed rocks As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
248. oldal - 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; Or let my lamp at midnight hour Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft out-watch the Bear...