The Complete Poetical Works of John MiltonHoughton Mifflin, 1899 - 417 páginas |
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... thine eyes : * There, held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till With a sad leaden downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast. And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet, Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet, And ...
... thine eyes : * There, held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till With a sad leaden downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast. And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet, Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet, And ...
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... thine eyes : There , held in holy passion still , Forget thyself to marble , till With a sad leaden downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast . 20 3 And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet , Spare Fast , that oft with gods doth ...
... thine eyes : There , held in holy passion still , Forget thyself to marble , till With a sad leaden downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast . 20 3 And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet , Spare Fast , that oft with gods doth ...
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... thine . Next , Camus , reverend Sire , went footing slow , His mantle hairy , and his bonnet sedge , Inwrought with figures dim , and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe . " Ah ! who hath reft , " quoth he , “ my ...
... thine . Next , Camus , reverend Sire , went footing slow , His mantle hairy , and his bonnet sedge , Inwrought with figures dim , and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe . " Ah ! who hath reft , " quoth he , “ my ...
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... thine , And drov'st out nations proud and haut , To plant this lovely Vine . 9 Thou didst prepare for it a place , And root it deep and fast , That it began to grow apace , And filled the land at last . 10 With her green shade that ...
... thine , And drov'st out nations proud and haut , To plant this lovely Vine . 9 Thou didst prepare for it a place , And root it deep and fast , That it began to grow apace , And filled the land at last . 10 With her green shade that ...
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... Thine anger all thou hadst removed , And calmly didst return 10 From thy fierce wrath , which we had proved Far worse than fire to burn . 4 God of our saving health and peace , Turn us , and us restore ; Thine indignation cause to cease ...
... Thine anger all thou hadst removed , And calmly didst return 10 From thy fierce wrath , which we had proved Far worse than fire to burn . 4 God of our saving health and peace , Turn us , and us restore ; Thine indignation cause to cease ...
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Adam aëre agni Angels ANTISTROPHE arms aught beast behold bliss bright called Chor clouds Comus Corineus Dagon dark death deeds deep delight divine dwell Earth eternal evil eyes fair faith father fear fire foes fruit glory gods grace hand happy hath heard heart Heaven heavenly Hell highth hill honour Israel Jove King L'Allegro Latin light live Locrine Lord Lycidas malè mihi Milton mind Muse night numina o'er Paradise Lost Paradise Regained Philistines poem poet praise Primum Mobile quæ reign round Samson Samson Agonistes Satan seems Serpent shade sight Son of God song sonnet soon soul spake sphere Spirit stars stood strength sweet taste thee thence thine things thither thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi Tree verse virtue voice winds wings wonder words
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Página 53 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life. "But not the praise...
Página 146 - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Página 20 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit, or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry, Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream. Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on.
Página 130 - O thou that, with surpassing glory crowned, Look'st from thy sole dominion like the god Of this new World — at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminished heads — to thee I call, But with no friendly voice, and add thy name, 0 Sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams, That bring to my remembrance from what state 1 fell, how glorious once above thy Sphere, Till pride and worse ambition threw me down, Warring in Heaven against Heaven's matchless King!
Página 19 - Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures, Whilst the landscape round it measures ; Russet lawns, and fallows gray, Where the nibbling flocks do stray ; Mountains, on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest ; Meadows trim, with daisies pied ; Shallow brooks, and rivers wide ; Towers and battlements it sees Bosomed high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some beauty lies, The cynosure of neighbouring eyes.
Página 19 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn, That ten day-labourers could not end; Then lies him down, the lubber fiend, And, stretched 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.
Página 69 - Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers...
Página 21 - And, when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
Página 70 - ... day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which all Europe rings from side...
Página xxxiv - The hooked chariot stood, Unstained with hostile blood; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by.