A Day Book of MiltonMethuen & Company, 1905 - 366 oldal |
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... peace O thou that , with surpassing glory crown'd O unexpected stroke , worse than of Death Our greatness will appear Our Saviour camly thus replied Our Saviour , lifting up his eyes , beheld Our Saviour , meek and with untroubled mind ...
... peace O thou that , with surpassing glory crown'd O unexpected stroke , worse than of Death Our greatness will appear Our Saviour camly thus replied Our Saviour , lifting up his eyes , beheld Our Saviour , meek and with untroubled mind ...
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... peace ! Sin , his fair Sire of Men Six wings he wore , to shade So dear to Heaven his saintly chastity So hand in hand they pass'd , the loveliest pair So judged he Man , both Judge and Saviour Sole partner and sole part of all these ...
... peace ! Sin , his fair Sire of Men Six wings he wore , to shade So dear to Heaven his saintly chastity So hand in hand they pass'd , the loveliest pair So judged he Man , both Judge and Saviour Sole partner and sole part of all these ...
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... Peace , and Love , shall ever shine About the supreme throne Of him , to whose 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 ...
... Peace , and Love , shall ever shine About the supreme throne Of him , to whose 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 ...
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John Milton. " SILENCE , ye troubled waves , and , thou Deep , peace ! " " Said then the omnific Word ; " your discord end ! " Nor stay'd : but , on the wings of Cherubim Uplifted , in paternal glory rode Far into Chaos and the World ...
John Milton. " SILENCE , ye troubled waves , and , thou Deep , peace ! " " Said then the omnific Word ; " your discord end ! " Nor stay'd : but , on the wings of Cherubim Uplifted , in paternal glory rode Far into Chaos and the World ...
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... glorious champion , The image of thy strength , and mighty minister . Behold him in this state calamitous , and turn His labours , for thou canst , to peaceful end . SAMSON AGONISTES ALL is best , though we oft doubt What the 30 JANUARY 30.
... glorious champion , The image of thy strength , and mighty minister . Behold him in this state calamitous , and turn His labours , for thou canst , to peaceful end . SAMSON AGONISTES ALL is best , though we oft doubt What the 30 JANUARY 30.
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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...