The Poetical Works of John Milton: With a Memoir and Critical Remarkds on His Genius and Writings, Band 2H. G. Bohn, 1861 |
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... didst reject The perfect season offer'd with my aid To win thy destined seat , but wilt prolong All to the push of fate , pursue thy way 460 470 Of gaining David's throne , no man knows when ( For both the when and how is nowhere told ) ...
... didst reject The perfect season offer'd with my aid To win thy destined seat , but wilt prolong All to the push of fate , pursue thy way 460 470 Of gaining David's throne , no man knows when ( For both the when and how is nowhere told ) ...
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... didst debel , and down from heaven cast With all his army ; now thou hast avenged Supplanted Adam , and , by vanquishing Temptation , hast regain'd lost Paradise , And frustrated the conquest fraudulent . He never more henceforth will ...
... didst debel , and down from heaven cast With all his army ; now thou hast avenged Supplanted Adam , and , by vanquishing Temptation , hast regain'd lost Paradise , And frustrated the conquest fraudulent . He never more henceforth will ...
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... didst plead Divine impulsion prompting how thou might'st Find some occasion to infest our foes . I state not that ; this I am sure , our foes Found soon occasion thereby to make thee Their captive , and their triumph ; thou the sooner ...
... didst plead Divine impulsion prompting how thou might'st Find some occasion to infest our foes . I state not that ; this I am sure , our foes Found soon occasion thereby to make thee Their captive , and their triumph ; thou the sooner ...
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... didst exalt them Unseemly falls in human eye , Too grievous for the trespass or omission ; Oft leavest them to the hostile sword Of heathen and profane , their carcasses To dogs and fowls a prey , or else captived ; [ high ; 690 Or to ...
... didst exalt them Unseemly falls in human eye , Too grievous for the trespass or omission ; Oft leavest them to the hostile sword Of heathen and profane , their carcasses To dogs and fowls a prey , or else captived ; [ high ; 690 Or to ...
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... Didst thou at first receive me for thy husband , Then , as since then , thy country's foe profess'd ? Being once a wife , for me thou wast to leave Parents and country ; nor was I their subject , Nor under their protection , but my own ...
... Didst thou at first receive me for thy husband , Then , as since then , thy country's foe profess'd ? Being once a wife , for me thou wast to leave Parents and country ; nor was I their subject , Nor under their protection , but my own ...
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aëre agni Amor angels Atque aught behold canst captive choro Comus Dagon dark death deeds didst divine domino jam domum impasti dost doth dread earth enemies eyes fair fame father fear feast foes fræna glorious glory gods Hæc hand hath hear heard heaven holy honour igne illa ille ipse Israel jam non vacat Jehovah Jesus kings Lady light Lord lumina Lycidas malè Manoah mihi mortal night numbers numina Nunc nymph o'er Olympo PARADISE REGAINED Parthian peace Philistines praise PSALM quæ quid quoque reign sæpe Sams Samson Satan Saviour shades shalt shame shepherd sing Son of God song soul spake spirits strength sweet tempter thee thence thine things thou thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi truth Tu quoque ulmo urbe virgin virtue voice wilt winds wings wood
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Seite 207 - Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm, To bless the doors from nightly harm; Or let my lamp at midnight hour Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft out-watch the Bear...
Seite 206 - But, first and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation; And the mute Silence hist along, 'Less Philomel will deign a song...
Seite 142 - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast; no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame ; nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
Seite 229 - The lonely mountains o'er, And the resounding shore, A voice of weeping heard and loud lament ; From haunted spring and dale, Edged with poplar pale, The parting genius is with sighing sent ; With flower-inwoven tresses torn, The nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
Seite 205 - Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring, Aye round about Jove's altar sing ; And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens takes his pleasure. But first, and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon...
Seite 241 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who, from her green lap, throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; "Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Seite 202 - 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.
Seite 218 - God's trophies, and his work pursued, While Darwen stream, with blood of Scots imbrued, And Dunbar field, resounds thy praises loud, And Worcester's laureate wreath.
Seite 198 - HENCE, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy! Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings, And the night-raven sings; There, under ebon shades and low-browed rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Seite 195 - Herdman's art belongs! What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel Pipes of wretched straw, The hungry Sheep look up, and are not fed, But swoln with wind, and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread: Besides what the grim Wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door, Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.