The Poetical Works of John Milton ...Jones & Company, 1824 - 131 Seiten |
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... fire , Restore us , and regain the blissful seat , 5 Who durst defy th ' Omnipotent to arms . Sing heavenly Muse ! that on the secret top Nine times the space that measures day and night Of Oreb , or of Sinai , didst inspire To mortal ...
... fire , Restore us , and regain the blissful seat , 5 Who durst defy th ' Omnipotent to arms . Sing heavenly Muse ! that on the secret top Nine times the space that measures day and night Of Oreb , or of Sinai , didst inspire To mortal ...
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... fire , Or do his errands in the gloomy deep ? What can it then avail , though yet we feel Strength undiminish'd , or ... fire : And such appear'd in hue , as when the force Of subterranean wind transports a hill Torn from Pelorus , or ...
... fire , Or do his errands in the gloomy deep ? What can it then avail , though yet we feel Strength undiminish'd , or ... fire : And such appear'd in hue , as when the force Of subterranean wind transports a hill Torn from Pelorus , or ...
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... fire , 280 God their Creator , and th ' invisible ( As we erewhile , ) astounded and amaz'd Glory of him that made them , to transform 370 No wonder , fallen such a pernicious height ! " Oft to the image of a brute , adorn'd With gay ...
... fire , 280 God their Creator , and th ' invisible ( As we erewhile , ) astounded and amaz'd Glory of him that made them , to transform 370 No wonder , fallen such a pernicious height ! " Oft to the image of a brute , adorn'd With gay ...
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... fire and rolling smoke ; the rest entire Shone with a glossy scurf , ( undoubted sign That in his womb was hid metallic ore , The work of sulphur ) thither wing'd with speed A numerous brigade hasten'd : as when bands 675 Of pioneers ...
... fire and rolling smoke ; the rest entire Shone with a glossy scurf , ( undoubted sign That in his womb was hid metallic ore , The work of sulphur ) thither wing'd with speed A numerous brigade hasten'd : as when bands 675 Of pioneers ...
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... fire and horror shot with equal rage Among his angels : and his throne itself Mix'd with Tartarean sulphur , and strange fire , His own invented torments . - But perhaps 70 The way seems difficult and steep , to scale With upright wing ...
... fire and horror shot with equal rage Among his angels : and his throne itself Mix'd with Tartarean sulphur , and strange fire , His own invented torments . - But perhaps 70 The way seems difficult and steep , to scale With upright wing ...
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ACTON PLACE Æneid angels Arion arms beauty behold beneath bless'd bliss bosom breast breath bright charms clouds Dagon dark death deep delight divine dread dwell earth eternal fair fame fancy fear fire fix'd flame flowers glory grace Greece grove hand happy hast hath heard heart heaven hell hills honour hope JULIUS CÆSAR king labour light live Lord lyre mind Muse Naiads nature nature's never night numbers nymph o'er once pain Palemon PARADISE LOST peace PINDAR plain pleasure praise rage rapture reign rills rise Rodmond round sacred Satan scene seem'd shade shine shore sight smile soft song soon soul spirit stood stream sweet taste tempest thee thence thine things thou thought throne toil tongue trembling truth Twas vale vellum vex'd virtue voice wave whence wild wind wings wonder youth
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Seite 110 - I hear the far-off curfew sound, Over some wide-water'd shore, Swinging slow with sullen roar: Or, if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom; Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the belman's drowsy charm, To bless the doors from nightly harm...
Seite 102 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away. And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? — it was — Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown. May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more ! Thy maidens, grieved themselves at my concern, Oft gave me promise of thy quick return.
Seite 102 - All this, and more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall, Ne'er roughen'd by those cataracts and breaks, That humour interposed too often makes; All this still legible in memory's page, And still to be so to my latest age...
Seite 118 - Bid Amaranthus all his beauty shed, And Daffadillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the Laureate Hearse where Lycid lies. For so, to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise.
Seite 8 - Thither no more the peasant shall repair To sweet oblivion of his daily care; No more the farmer's news, the barber's tale, No more the woodman's ballad shall prevail; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear, Relax his ponderous strength, and lean to hear...
Seite 8 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Seite 44 - Yet when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best...
Seite 94 - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay; And there he threw the Wash about On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play. At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wondering much To see how he did ride. "Stop, stop, John Gilpin!— Here's the house !" They all at once did cry; "The dinner waits, and we are tired;"— Said Gilpin, "So am I!
Seite 9 - Where the dark scorpion gathers death around; Where at each step the stranger fears to wake The rattling terrors of the vengeful snake ; Where crouching tigers wait their hapless prey, And savage men more murderous still than they; While oft in whirls the mad tornado flies, Mingling the ravaged landscape with the skies.
Seite 117 - Had ye been there, for what could that have done? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself for her enchanting son, Whom universal nature did lament...