The Poetical Works of John MiltonT. Tegg, 1842 - 767 pages |
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... Language , " at a vacation exercise in the college , anno ætatis 19 , he says , — But haste thee straight to do me once a pleasure , And from thy wardrobe bring thy choicest treasure ; Not those new - fangled toys and trimming slight ...
... Language , " at a vacation exercise in the college , anno ætatis 19 , he says , — But haste thee straight to do me once a pleasure , And from thy wardrobe bring thy choicest treasure ; Not those new - fangled toys and trimming slight ...
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... language , the sublimity of the Sacred Story . It is clear that he was not frightened by the difficulty of duly treating this awful subject , from the manner in which he touched upon it in his majestic hymn , where he showed himself a ...
... language , the sublimity of the Sacred Story . It is clear that he was not frightened by the difficulty of duly treating this awful subject , from the manner in which he touched upon it in his majestic hymn , where he showed himself a ...
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... language of the eloquent Greeks , Whose lofty music graced the lips of Jove , Thyself didst counsel me to add the flowers That Gallia boasts , -those too with which the smooth Italian his degenerate speech adorns , That witnesses his ...
... language of the eloquent Greeks , Whose lofty music graced the lips of Jove , Thyself didst counsel me to add the flowers That Gallia boasts , -those too with which the smooth Italian his degenerate speech adorns , That witnesses his ...
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... language which is not our own we can never equally express our unborrowed thoughts . In bringing our phraseology to the test , we are driven to the train of mind of others . It is only when the language rises up with the mental ...
... language which is not our own we can never equally express our unborrowed thoughts . In bringing our phraseology to the test , we are driven to the train of mind of others . It is only when the language rises up with the mental ...
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... language is throughout imaginative and picturesque , and the rhythm harmonious and enchanting : there is no poem in which the epithets are more beautiful , more appropriate , and more fresh : they are like the diction of no predecessor ...
... language is throughout imaginative and picturesque , and the rhythm harmonious and enchanting : there is no poem in which the epithets are more beautiful , more appropriate , and more fresh : they are like the diction of no predecessor ...
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Page lxxvii - her nocturnal note. Thus with the year Seasons return ; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of eve or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and cver-during dark .Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men
Page lxxxiv - And I looked, and beheld a pale horse, and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him : and power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with sickness, and with the beasts of the earth.
Page 521 - harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose ; But musical as is Apollo's lute ", And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets, Where no crude surfeit reigns. El. Br. List, list ; I hear Some far-off halloo break the silent air. Sec. Br. Methought so too ; what should it be ? El. Br. For certain Either some one like us
Page 586 - Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures ', Whilst the landskip round it measures ; *• 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 pide, Shallow brooks, and rivers wide : Towers and battlements it sees Bosom'd high in
Page 576 - In : But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more *. Return, Alpheus ; the dread voice is past. That shrunk thy streams"; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers
Page xcviii - Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; 0, raise us up ! return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thou hadst a voice, whose sound was like the sea : Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free
Page 612 - Forget not : in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piemontese that roll'd Mother with infant down the rocks *. Their moans The vales redoubled to the lulls, and they To Heaven. Their martyr'd blood and ashes sow O'er all
Page 93 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on
Page 612 - ON HIS BLINDNESS. WHEN I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide *, Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He, returning, chide ; " Doth God exact day-labour, light denied
Page 506 - dire*, And aery tongues that syllable " men's names On sands, and shores, and desert wildernesses. These thoughts may startle well, but not astound The virtuous mind, that ever walks attended By a strong-siding champion. Conscience.— O, welcome, pure-eyed Faith ; white-handed Hope, Thou hovering angel girt with golden wings * ; And thou.