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Page ix
... father , had been a stubborn Catholic recusant under Elizabeth , and John Milton , the poet's father , had broken with his family in order to join the Puritans . tanism of the home in Bread Street was not , however , of an ascetic or ...
... father , had been a stubborn Catholic recusant under Elizabeth , and John Milton , the poet's father , had broken with his family in order to join the Puritans . tanism of the home in Bread Street was not , however , of an ascetic or ...
Page xii
... father had intended him for the church , but such a career , although not yet rendered impossible by his broadening opinions , was distasteful because of the trammels it imposed . An academic career was no more alluring , even if it had ...
... father had intended him for the church , but such a career , although not yet rendered impossible by his broadening opinions , was distasteful because of the trammels it imposed . An academic career was no more alluring , even if it had ...
Page xvi
... father , with that generous acquiescence which he had always shown in his son's plans of self - improvement . After a short stay in Paris Milton proceeded to Italy , then the seat of a decaying but still splen did civilization , and ...
... father , with that generous acquiescence which he had always shown in his son's plans of self - improvement . After a short stay in Paris Milton proceeded to Italy , then the seat of a decaying but still splen did civilization , and ...
Page xix
... debts and a large family . A considerable portion of this debt had long been held against him by the Miltons , father and son . Whether - Milton's visit to Forest Hill was on this business , MILTON'S RETURN TO ENGLAND xix.
... debts and a large family . A considerable portion of this debt had long been held against him by the Miltons , father and son . Whether - Milton's visit to Forest Hill was on this business , MILTON'S RETURN TO ENGLAND xix.
Page xxi
... father's trial and reproach . Measured against her mute acceptance of the situa- tion , there is something unpleasantly saturnine in the two sonnets with which Mil- ton took leave of the divorce subject . The first of these , on ...
... father's trial and reproach . Measured against her mute acceptance of the situa- tion , there is something unpleasantly saturnine in the two sonnets with which Mil- ton took leave of the divorce subject . The first of these , on ...
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Page 28 - 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. Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on.
Page 28 - Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out 140 With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...
Page 61 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days ; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze...
Page 78 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which all...
Page 27 - 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...
Page 27 - 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...
Page 28 - 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...
Page 17 - For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart Hath, from the leaves of thy unvalued book, Those Delphic lines with deep impression took ; Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble, with too much conceiving ; And, so sepulchred, in such pomp dost lie, That kings, for such a tomb, would wish to die.
Page 6 - The Oracles are dumb ; No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving : No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Page 29 - And, when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.