Milton's Poetical Works: With Life, Critical Dissertation, and Explanatory Notes, Volume 2J. Nichol, 1853 |
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Page vii
... deep , lingering impressions of Nature , which , in general , childhood only is able to feel , and which no poetry but his has fully expressed . Genius always appears in its own dress , whether sorry or splendid , and the wise will be ...
... deep , lingering impressions of Nature , which , in general , childhood only is able to feel , and which no poetry but his has fully expressed . Genius always appears in its own dress , whether sorry or splendid , and the wise will be ...
Page ix
... deep differences between Johnson's strong , coarse mind , and the ethereal ardour , attitude , and habit of Milton , and asked the unanswerable question , How could two such minds sympathise ; and might not , probably , Milton's ...
... deep differences between Johnson's strong , coarse mind , and the ethereal ardour , attitude , and habit of Milton , and asked the unanswerable question , How could two such minds sympathise ; and might not , probably , Milton's ...
Page xiii
... deep heart of man — that , namely , of the Hebrews — is fragmentary . What unity is there in the Psalms , or in those other fiery lyrics which are sprinkled through the books of the Old Testament ? What band , save the band of ...
... deep heart of man — that , namely , of the Hebrews — is fragmentary . What unity is there in the Psalms , or in those other fiery lyrics which are sprinkled through the books of the Old Testament ? What band , save the band of ...
Page xiv
... deep , as the Spirit is moving its subsiding waters , and the Son is taking the golden compasses from God's eternal store , -or near the Brightness of the Father's glory , as He comes forth . with whirlwind noise to chase his hapless ...
... deep , as the Spirit is moving its subsiding waters , and the Son is taking the golden compasses from God's eternal store , -or near the Brightness of the Father's glory , as He comes forth . with whirlwind noise to chase his hapless ...
Page xvii
... deep has opened on his lowest - that he has become irre- trievably the Tempter and the Devil . Evil is now his Good . His damnation has darkened into a deeper hue , a hue indeed so deep that it can only be increased by success , and ...
... deep has opened on his lowest - that he has become irre- trievably the Tempter and the Devil . Evil is now his Good . His damnation has darkened into a deeper hue , a hue indeed so deep that it can only be increased by success , and ...
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Page 183 - 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 hallow'd haunt.
Page 170 - 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.
Page 177 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn, That ten day-labourers could not end ; Then lies him down the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength ; And, crop-full, out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Page 175 - To hear the lark begin his flight And singing startle the dull night From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise ; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow Through the sweetbriar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
Page 168 - That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring, Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string. Hence with denial vain, and coy excuse, So may some gentle Muse With lucky words favour my destin'd Urn, And as he passes turn, And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud.
Page 181 - Gently o'er the accustomed oak. Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy! Thee, chauntress, oft the woods among I woo, to hear thy even-song; And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green. To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon. Like one that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud.
Page 199 - This is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring; For so the holy sages once did sing That he our deadly forfeit should release, And with his Father work us a perpetual peace.
Page 172 - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, 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 daffadillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Page 178 - 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.
Page 215 - With saintly shout and solemn jubilee ; Where the bright Seraphim in burning row Their loud uplifted angel-trumpets blow ; And the Cherubic host in thousand quires Touch their immortal harps of golden wires, With those just Spirits that wear victorious palms, Hymns devout and holy psalms Singing everlastingly...