A Day Book of MiltonMethuen & Company, 1905 - 366 oldal |
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... sound of waters deep As when a prowling wolf As when a vulture on Imaus bred As when from mountain tops the dusky clouds As when of old some orator renown'd As when the Tartar from his Russian foe As yet this world was not , and Chaos ...
... sound of waters deep As when a prowling wolf As when a vulture on Imaus bred As when from mountain tops the dusky clouds As when of old some orator renown'd As when the Tartar from his Russian foe As yet this world was not , and Chaos ...
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... 25 · March 9 Dec. 31 · May Sept. 3 2 June 7 April • Nov. · Dec. · Feb. Nov. July - Jan. May April Sept. 17 May ~ HA8 A8 888 30 18 4 March 30 30 28 7 Sept. 19 23 Fame , whose tales of saddest sound Far distant he 11 .
... 25 · March 9 Dec. 31 · May Sept. 3 2 June 7 April • Nov. · Dec. · Feb. Nov. July - Jan. May April Sept. 17 May ~ HA8 A8 888 30 18 4 March 30 30 28 7 Sept. 19 23 Fame , whose tales of saddest sound Far distant he 11 .
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John Milton. Fame , whose tales of saddest sound Far distant he descries Father , thy word is pass'd , Man shall find grace Favour'd of Heaven who finds Fly , envious Time , till thou run out thy race For he , be sure · For it is of no ...
John Milton. Fame , whose tales of saddest sound Far distant he descries Father , thy word is pass'd , Man shall find grace Favour'd of Heaven who finds Fly , envious Time , till thou run out thy race For he , be sure · For it is of no ...
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... sounds and seas , each creek and bay , With fry innumerable swarm , and shoals Of fish that with their fins and shining scales Glide under the green wave in sculls that oft Bank the mid sea . Part , single or with mate , Graze the sea ...
... sounds and seas , each creek and bay , With fry innumerable swarm , and shoals Of fish that with their fins and shining scales Glide under the green wave in sculls that oft Bank the mid sea . Part , single or with mate , Graze the sea ...
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... sounds The silent hours , and the other whose gay train Adorns him , colour'd with the florid hue Of rainbows and starry eyes . · Evening and morn solemnized the fifth day . PARADISE LOST , BOOK VII . " LET the Earth bring forth soul ...
... sounds The silent hours , and the other whose gay train Adorns him , colour'd with the florid hue Of rainbows and starry eyes . · Evening and morn solemnized the fifth day . PARADISE LOST , BOOK VII . " LET the Earth bring forth soul ...
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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...