A Day Book of MiltonMethuen & Company, 1905 - 366 oldal |
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... . July Oct. 29 23 20 6 - Jan. 18 Nov. 13 · - July 16 July 19 May 23 Sept. 20 May Aug. - July - Sept. - June - 5 28 I 5 31 - July - Aug. 24 Nov. 2 March 13 Dec. - 19 Dec. 26 I who erewhile the happy Garden sung I will tell * ...
... . July Oct. 29 23 20 6 - Jan. 18 Nov. 13 · - July 16 July 19 May 23 Sept. 20 May Aug. - July - Sept. - June - 5 28 I 5 31 - July - Aug. 24 Nov. 2 March 13 Dec. - 19 Dec. 26 I who erewhile the happy Garden sung I will tell * ...
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John Milton. I who erewhile the happy Garden sung I will tell you now Jehovah , to my words give ear Jerusalem - Judge not what is best Just are the ways of God - Know'st thou not that my rising is thy fall Know that in the soul Lady ...
John Milton. I who erewhile the happy Garden sung I will tell you now Jehovah , to my words give ear Jerusalem - Judge not what is best Just are the ways of God - Know'st thou not that my rising is thy fall Know that in the soul Lady ...
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... happy ! is this the end O much deceived , much failing , hapless Eve On each wing - One Almighty is , from whom On Earth the seventh One thing yet remains to be done O nightingale , that on yon bloomy spray On she came O prophet of glad ...
... happy ! is this the end O much deceived , much failing , hapless Eve On each wing - One Almighty is , from whom On Earth the seventh One thing yet remains to be done O nightingale , that on yon bloomy spray On she came O prophet of glad ...
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... happy morn This place Jan. 14 Sept. 21 March 3 9 - June - May II · - Aug. 21 · · - · April 13 Oct. 17 April 21 July 29 Nov. 8 - Aug. 30 June 17 - April 28 Dec. 25 Feb. 15 This rich marble doth inter Those who attribute the creation xiv.
... happy morn This place Jan. 14 Sept. 21 March 3 9 - June - May II · - Aug. 21 · · - · April 13 Oct. 17 April 21 July 29 Nov. 8 - Aug. 30 June 17 - April 28 Dec. 25 Feb. 15 This rich marble doth inter Those who attribute the creation xiv.
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... happy - making sight alone When once our heavenly - guided soul shall climb , Then , all this earthy grossness quit , Attired with stars we shall for ever sit , Triumphing over Death , and Chance , and thee , O Time ! NATURE UNIMPAIRED ...
... happy - making sight alone When once our heavenly - guided soul shall climb , Then , all this earthy grossness quit , Attired with stars we shall for ever sit , Triumphing over Death , and Chance , and thee , O Time ! NATURE UNIMPAIRED ...
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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...