The poetical works of John Milton, with illustr. by E.H. Corbould and J. Gilbert1864 |
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... leaving it unfinish- ed ; and when at length the fragment was published , the people of England had reversed their judgment by a " glorious restoration ; " and it was as useless as it was dangerous for Milton to reply . CHAPTER III ...
... leaving it unfinish- ed ; and when at length the fragment was published , the people of England had reversed their judgment by a " glorious restoration ; " and it was as useless as it was dangerous for Milton to reply . CHAPTER III ...
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... leave his repu- tation to the judgment of posterity . He had on many occasions exercised his influence during the period of the Commonwealth , in acts of generosity and benevolence to the discomfited royalists . Sir William Dave- nant ...
... leave his repu- tation to the judgment of posterity . He had on many occasions exercised his influence during the period of the Commonwealth , in acts of generosity and benevolence to the discomfited royalists . Sir William Dave- nant ...
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... leave . On his return to court , the first words which he spoke to the king were , " Brother , you are greatly to blame that you don't have that old rogue Milton hanged . " " Why , what is the matter , James ? Have you seen Milton ...
... leave . On his return to court , the first words which he spoke to the king were , " Brother , you are greatly to blame that you don't have that old rogue Milton hanged . " " Why , what is the matter , James ? Have you seen Milton ...
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... leave in the midst a horrid vale . Then with expanded wings he steers his flight Aloft , incumbent on the dusky air ... leaves a singèd bottom all involved With stench and smoke : such resting found the sole Of unblest feet ! Him ...
... leave in the midst a horrid vale . Then with expanded wings he steers his flight Aloft , incumbent on the dusky air ... leaves a singèd bottom all involved With stench and smoke : such resting found the sole Of unblest feet ! Him ...
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... leaves that strew the brooks In Vallombrosa , where the Etrurian shades High overarched imbower ; or scattered sedge Afloat , when with fierce winds Orion armed 290 300 Hath vexed the Red Sea coast , whose waves o'erthrew Busiris and ...
... leaves that strew the brooks In Vallombrosa , where the Etrurian shades High overarched imbower ; or scattered sedge Afloat , when with fierce winds Orion armed 290 300 Hath vexed the Red Sea coast , whose waves o'erthrew Busiris and ...
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Page 494 - 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 446 - 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 sweet-briar or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
Page 78 - Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead and ever-during dark Surrounds me...
Page 459 - And all their echoes, mourn. The willows, and the hazel copses green, Shall now no more be seen Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the canker to the rose, Or taint-worm to the weanling herds that graze, Or frost to flowers, that their gay wardrobe wear, When first the white-thorn blows ; Such, Lycidas, thy loss to shepherd's ear.
Page 459 - Closed o'er the head of your loved Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream. Ay me, I fondly dream ! Had ye been there, for what could that have done?
Page 23 - Less than archangel ruined, and the excess Of glory obscured ; as when the sun, new risen, Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams, or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
Page 460 - 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 483 - SONG ON MAY MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Page 461 - That to the faithful herdman's art belongs! What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw; The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But swol'n with wind and the rank mist they draw Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread: Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Page 446 - Where the great Sun begins his state Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.