Selections from the Prose and Poetry of John MiltonHoughton, Mifflin, 1923 - 310 páginas |
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... thou busy ? If nothing is to hinder , shall we go lie and chat a bit in the shade , by the waters of Colne or on the heights of Cassebelaunus ? Thou shalt tell over to me thy herbs and medicines , hellebore , and the lowly crocus , and ...
... thou busy ? If nothing is to hinder , shall we go lie and chat a bit in the shade , by the waters of Colne or on the heights of Cassebelaunus ? Thou shalt tell over to me thy herbs and medicines , hellebore , and the lowly crocus , and ...
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... thou , my shepherd - pipe , shalt hang neglected on the gnarled pine , or be changed to shrill forth the strains of my native land , and the cry of Britons in battle . Native strains , do I say ? Yea , one man cannot hope to accomplish ...
... thou , my shepherd - pipe , shalt hang neglected on the gnarled pine , or be changed to shrill forth the strains of my native land , and the cry of Britons in battle . Native strains , do I say ? Yea , one man cannot hope to accomplish ...
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... thou no verse , no hymn , or solemn strain , To welcome him to this his new abode , 20 Now while the heaven , by the Sun's team untrod , Hath took no print of the approaching light , And all the spangled host keep watch in squadrons ...
... thou no verse , no hymn , or solemn strain , To welcome him to this his new abode , 20 Now while the heaven , by the Sun's team untrod , Hath took no print of the approaching light , And all the spangled host keep watch in squadrons ...
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... thou the honour first thy Lord to greet , And join thy voice unto the Angel Quire , From out his secret altar touched with hallowed fire . THE HYMN It was the winter wild , I While the heaven - born child All meanly wrapt in the rude ...
... thou the honour first thy Lord to greet , And join thy voice unto the Angel Quire , From out his secret altar touched with hallowed fire . THE HYMN It was the winter wild , I While the heaven - born child All meanly wrapt in the rude ...
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... thou Goddess fair and free , In heaven yclep'd Euphrosyne , And by men , heart - easing Mirth , Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more To ivy - crownèd Bacchus bore ; Or whether ( as some sager sing ) The frolic Wind ...
... thou Goddess fair and free , In heaven yclep'd Euphrosyne , And by men , heart - easing Mirth , Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more To ivy - crownèd Bacchus bore ; Or whether ( as some sager sing ) The frolic Wind ...
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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...