The Poetical Works of John Milton: With a Memoir, and Critical Remarks on His Genius and Writings, by James Montgomery; and One Hundred and Twenty Engravings by John Thompson, S. and T. Williams, O. Smith, J. Linton, &c., from Drawings by William Harvey, Band 2Tilt and Bogue, 1843 |
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... hear more of his conversation ; but is answered , that this must be as he shall find permission from above . Satan then disappears , and the book closes with a short description of night coming on in the desert . OVRIN SMITH.SE BOOK I ...
... hear more of his conversation ; but is answered , that this must be as he shall find permission from above . Satan then disappears , and the book closes with a short description of night coming on in the desert . OVRIN SMITH.SE BOOK I ...
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... hear What from without comes often to my ears , Ill sorting with my present state compared ! When I was yet a child , no childish play To me was pleasing ; all my mind was set Serious to learn and know , and thence to do What might be ...
... hear What from without comes often to my ears , Ill sorting with my present state compared ! When I was yet a child , no childish play To me was pleasing ; all my mind was set Serious to learn and know , and thence to do What might be ...
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... hear The teachers of our law , and to propose What might improve my knowledge or their own ; And was admired by all : yet this not all To which my spirit aspired : victorious deeds . Flamed in my heart , heroic acts , one while To ...
... hear The teachers of our law , and to propose What might improve my knowledge or their own ; And was admired by all : yet this not all To which my spirit aspired : victorious deeds . Flamed in my heart , heroic acts , one while To ...
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... hear , and curious are to hear , What happens new ; fame also finds us out . " To whom the Son of God : " Who brought me hither , Will bring me hence ; no other guide I seek . " " By miracle he may , " replied the swain ; " What other ...
... hear , and curious are to hear , What happens new ; fame also finds us out . " To whom the Son of God : " Who brought me hither , Will bring me hence ; no other guide I seek . " " By miracle he may , " replied the swain ; " What other ...
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... hear attent Thy wisdom , and behold thy God - like deeds ? Men generally think me much a foe To all mankind : why should I ? they to me Never did wrong or violence : by them I lost not what I lost , rather by them BOOK I. 15.
... hear attent Thy wisdom , and behold thy God - like deeds ? Men generally think me much a foe To all mankind : why should I ? they to me Never did wrong or violence : by them I lost not what I lost , rather by them BOOK I. 15.
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aëre agni Amor angels ANTISTROPHE Atque aught behold canst captive carmina choro Comus Dagon dark death deeds Deûm didst divine domino jam domum impasti dost doth dread earth enemies etiam eyes fair fame father fear feast foes fræna glorious glory gods habet Hæc hand hath hear heard heaven holy honour igne illa ille ipse Israel jam non vacat Jesus kings Lady Lord lumina Lycidas malè Manoah mihi mortal night numbers numina Nunc nymph o'er Olympo PARADISE REGAINED peace Philistines Phoebus praise PSALM Quà quæ quid quoque reign sæpe Sams Samson Satan Saviour shades shalt shame shepherd sing Son of God song soul spirits strength sweet tempter thee thence thine things thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi truth Tu quoque ulmo urbe virgin virtue voice wilt
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Seite 203 - 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 bellman's drowsy charm, To bless the doors from nightly harm.
Seite 196 - Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow, Through the sweet-briar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine : While the cock, with lively din, Scatters the rear of darkness thin, And to the stack, or the barn-door, 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.
Seite 227 - But see, the Virgin blest Hath laid her Babe to rest, Time is, our tedious song should here have ending Heaven's youngest-teemed star Hath fix'd her polish'd car, Her sleeping Lord, with handmaid lamp, attending ; And all about the courtly stable Bright-harness'd angels sit in order serviceable.
Seite 221 - With her great master so to sympathize : It was no season then for her To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour. Only with speeches fair She woos the gentle air To hide her guilty front with innocent snow ; And on her naked shame, Pollute with sinful blame, The saintly veil of maiden white to throw; Confounded that her maker's eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities.
Seite 159 - Begin to cast a beam on the outward shape, The unpolluted temple of the mind, And turns it by degrees to the soul's essence, Till all be made immortal : but when lust, By unchaste looks, loose gestures, and foul talk, But most by lewd and lavish act of sin, Lets in defilement to the inward parts, The soul grows clotted by contagion, Imbodies, and imbrutes, till she quite lose The divine property of her first be^ ing.
Seite 197 - Hard by, a cottage chimney smokes From betwixt two aged oaks, Where Corydon and Thyrsis, met, Are at their savoury dinner set Of herbs, and other country messes Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses...
Seite 192 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Seite 191 - The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears : Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Seite 187 - Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year.
Seite 190 - Built in the eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of 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.