A Day Book of MiltonMethuen & Company, 1905 - 366 oldal |
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1. oldal
... evil Avenge , O Lord , thy slaughter'd saints , whose bones Azazel I 7 Jan. 31 - Oct. - Jan. Aug. 30 Sept. April - · ΤΟ Aug. 8 - Nov. 12 - Dec. 3 - May 30 ΙΟ May Aug. 2 - May 31 June 27 - Oct. 2 · July 14 · Aug. 17 · Jan. 3 Nov. 16 ...
... evil Avenge , O Lord , thy slaughter'd saints , whose bones Azazel I 7 Jan. 31 - Oct. - Jan. Aug. 30 Sept. April - · ΤΟ Aug. 8 - Nov. 12 - Dec. 3 - May 30 ΙΟ May Aug. 2 - May 31 June 27 - Oct. 2 · July 14 · Aug. 17 · Jan. 3 Nov. 16 ...
4. oldal
... evil hour Ingrate , he had of me In himself was all his state In that day it shall no more be said In the day In the day we eat In the midst Into thee such virtue and grace I oft remember , when from sleep I see I this night have dream ...
... evil hour Ingrate , he had of me In himself was all his state In that day it shall no more be said In the day In the day we eat In the midst Into thee such virtue and grace I oft remember , when from sleep I see I this night have dream ...
6. oldal
... evil hour thou didst give ear O fairest flower , no sooner blown but blasted O fairest of creation , last and best O Father , O Supreme of Heavenly Thrones O favourable Spirit , propitious guest Of celestial bodies , first the sun · Of ...
... evil hour thou didst give ear O fairest flower , no sooner blown but blasted O fairest of creation , last and best O Father , O Supreme of Heavenly Thrones O favourable Spirit , propitious guest Of celestial bodies , first the sun · Of ...
19. oldal
... evil Thou may'st not ; in the day thou eat'st , thou diest Death is the penalty imposed ; beware , And govern well thy appetite , lest Sin Surprise thee , and her black attendant Death . PARADISE LOST , BOOK VII . LAW can discover sin ...
... evil Thou may'st not ; in the day thou eat'st , thou diest Death is the penalty imposed ; beware , And govern well thy appetite , lest Sin Surprise thee , and her black attendant Death . PARADISE LOST , BOOK VII . LAW can discover sin ...
22. oldal
... evil Thou usest , and from thence createst more good . Witness this new - made World , another Heaven From Heaven gate not far , founded in view On the clear hyaline , the glassy sea ; Of amplitude almost immense , with stars Numerous ...
... evil Thou usest , and from thence createst more good . Witness this new - made World , another Heaven From Heaven gate not far , founded in view On the clear hyaline , the glassy sea ; Of amplitude almost immense , with stars Numerous ...
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Angels appear'd AREOPAGITICA arms ascend beast behold Belial bird bliss BOOK III Book IV BOOK VII BOOK XI bright call'd celestial cloud COMUS creatures crown'd dark DAY BOOK death deep delight didst divine doth E. V. Lucas Earth eternal evil eyes fair Father flowers fruit glorious glory golden grace hand happy hath Heaven heavenly Hell highth hill holy July July 27 June June 29 King liberty light live Lord Lycidas March March 14 morn mountain night Nymphs o'er PARADISE LOST PARADISE REGAINED peace praise pure rose round SAMSON AGONISTES Satan Saviour seem'd Sept shade shalt sight song soon soul Spirit stars stood sung sweet taste taught thee thence thine things thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tree turn'd vex'd virtue voice W. H. D. Rouse winds wings
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86. oldal - I cannot praise a fugitive and cloistered virtue, unexercised and unbreathed, that never sallies out and sees her adversary, but slinks out of the race, where that immortal garland is to be run for not without dust and heat.
232. oldal - He scarce had ceased when the superior Fiend Was moving toward the shore ; his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast. The broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views At evening, from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, 290 Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
102. oldal - Gently o'er the accustomed oak. Sweet 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 bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud.
330. oldal - Enow of such as for their bellies' sake Creep, and intrude, and climb into the fold? Of other care they little reckoning make, Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths!
347. 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 flowerets 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 enamelled eyes That on the green turf suck the honeyed showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
166. oldal - Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise.
216. 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...
65. oldal - So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity That, when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried angels lackey her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt...
198. oldal - So saying, her rash hand in evil hour Forth reaching to the Fruit, she pluck'd, she eat: Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat Sighing through all her Works gave signs of woe, That all was lost.
147. oldal - As one who, long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air, Forth issuing on a summer's morn to breathe Among the pleasant villages and farms Adjoin'd, from each thing met, conceives delight— The smell of grain, or tedded grass, or kine, Or dairy, each rural sight, each rural sound...