Selections from the Prose and Poetry of John MiltonHoughton, Mifflin, 1923 - 310 páginas |
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... fruits . The second , following a detailed statement of the history of licencing , in- troduces the discussion of " what is to be thought in general of reading books , whatever sort they be , and whether more the benefit or the harm ...
... fruits . The second , following a detailed statement of the history of licencing , in- troduces the discussion of " what is to be thought in general of reading books , whatever sort they be , and whether more the benefit or the harm ...
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... fruits which a dull ease and cessa- tion of our knowledge will bring forth among the people . How goodly , and how to be wished , were such an obedient unanimity as this , what a fine conformity would it starch us all into ! Doubtless a ...
... fruits which a dull ease and cessa- tion of our knowledge will bring forth among the people . How goodly , and how to be wished , were such an obedient unanimity as this , what a fine conformity would it starch us all into ! Doubtless a ...
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... fruits of my private studies , which I gratu- itously presented to the Church and to the State ; and for which I was recompensed by nothing but impunity ; though the actions themselves procured me peace of conscience , and the ...
... fruits of my private studies , which I gratu- itously presented to the Church and to the State ; and for which I was recompensed by nothing but impunity ; though the actions themselves procured me peace of conscience , and the ...
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... fruit As the kind hospitable woods provide . They left me then when the grey - hooded Even , ✓ Like a sad Votarist in palmer's weed , 180 Rose from the hindmost wheels of Phoebus ' wain . 190 But where they are , and why they came not ...
... fruit As the kind hospitable woods provide . They left me then when the grey - hooded Even , ✓ Like a sad Votarist in palmer's weed , 180 Rose from the hindmost wheels of Phoebus ' wain . 190 But where they are , and why they came not ...
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... fruit , From the rash hand of bold Incontinence . You may as well spread out the unsunned heaps Of miser's treasure by an outlaw's den , And tell me it is safe , as bid me hope Danger will wink on Opportunity . And let a single helpless ...
... fruit , From the rash hand of bold Incontinence . You may as well spread out the unsunned heaps Of miser's treasure by an outlaw's den , And tell me it is safe , as bid me hope Danger will wink on Opportunity . And let a single helpless ...
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Adam Adam and Eve Angels Arethuse arms beast Beelzebub behold Belial bliss bower burning lake celestial Cherub Cherubim Comus creatures dark death deep delight divine dreadful Earth eternal evil eyes fair faith father fear fell fierce fiery fire flames flowers foul fruit glory gods grace hand happy hast thou hate hath heard Heaven Heavenly Hell highth hill honour hope horrid infernal Ithuriel King L'Allegro less light live Locrine lost Lycidas Milton mind Moloch morning mortal Muse night o'er pain Pandæmonium Paradise Paradise Lost Paradise Regained peace poem reign revenge round Samson Agonistes sapience Satan Satan return seat seemed Serpent shade shame sight song soon spake Spirits stood sweet taste Thammuz thee thence Theocritus things thither thought throne thunder thyself Tree virtue voice whence winds wings worse Zephon
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Página 99 - Phoebus replied, and touched my trembling ears: "Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies, But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.
Página 97 - And all their echoes, mourn. The willows, and the hazel copses green, Shall now no more be seen Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the canker to the rose, Or taint-worm to the weanling herds that graze, Or frost to flowers, that their gay wardrobe wear, When first the white-thorn blows ; Such, Lycidas, thy loss to shepherd's ear.
Página 102 - And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes. Now, Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more ; Henceforth thou art the genius of the shore In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood.
Página 56 - Stoutly struts his dames before : Oft listening how the hounds and horn Cheerly rouse the slumbering morn, From the side of some hoar hill, Through the high wood echoing shrill...
Página 84 - Canace to wife, That owned the virtuous ring and glass, And of the wondrous horse of brass On which the Tartar king did ride...
Página 100 - 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.
Página 56 - 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 132 - Archangel: but his face Deep scars of thunder had intrenched, and care Sat on his faded cheek, but under brows Of dauntless courage, and considerate* pride Waiting revenge. Cruel his eye, but cast Signs of remorse and passion to behold The fellows of his crime, the followers rather (Far other once beheld in bliss), condemned For ever now to have their lot in pain...
Página 76 - May sit i' the centre, and enjoy bright day ; But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the mid-day sun ; Himself is his own dungeon.
Página 55 - Euphrosyne, And by men, heart-easing Mirth, Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore...