The Poetical Works of John MiltonRoutledge, 1857 - 570 pages |
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Page vii
... Song on May morning x . On Shakspeare XI . On the University Carrier XII . Another on the same XIII . L'Allegro XIV . Il Penseroso XV . Arcades • XVI . COмUS , a Mask xvii . Lycidas • • 426 • ib . 427 ib . 429 433 438 443 · 474 PAGE ...
... Song on May morning x . On Shakspeare XI . On the University Carrier XII . Another on the same XIII . L'Allegro XIV . Il Penseroso XV . Arcades • XVI . COмUS , a Mask xvii . Lycidas • • 426 • ib . 427 ib . 429 433 438 443 · 474 PAGE ...
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... song ( So Samson groped the temple's posts in spite ) , The world o'erwhelming to revenge his sight . Yet as I read , soon growing less severe , I liked his project , the success did fear ; Through that wide field how he his way should ...
... song ( So Samson groped the temple's posts in spite ) , The world o'erwhelming to revenge his sight . Yet as I read , soon growing less severe , I liked his project , the success did fear ; Through that wide field how he his way should ...
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... song , That with no middle flight intends to soar Above the Aonian mount , while it pursues Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme . And chiefly Thou , O Spirit , that dost prefer Before all temples the upright heart and pure ...
... song , That with no middle flight intends to soar Above the Aonian mount , while it pursues Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme . And chiefly Thou , O Spirit , that dost prefer Before all temples the upright heart and pure ...
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... songs , In Sion also not unsung , where stood Her temple on the offensive mountain , built By that uxorious king , whose heart , though large , Beguiled by fair idolatresses , fell To idols foul . Thammuz came next behind , 1 Because ...
... songs , In Sion also not unsung , where stood Her temple on the offensive mountain , built By that uxorious king , whose heart , though large , Beguiled by fair idolatresses , fell To idols foul . Thammuz came next behind , 1 Because ...
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... song was partial , but the harmony ( What could it less when spirits immortal sing ? ) Suspended Hell , and took with ravishment The thronging audience . In discourse more sweet ( For eloquence the soul , song charms the sense ) ...
... song was partial , but the harmony ( What could it less when spirits immortal sing ? ) Suspended Hell , and took with ravishment The thronging audience . In discourse more sweet ( For eloquence the soul , song charms the sense ) ...
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Adam ancient angels arms aught beast behold bliss bright burning lake called Chaos cherubim Chimæra cloud Cocytus COMUS creatures dark death deep delight Demogorgon divine dread dwell earth eternal Euphrates evil eyes Faerie Queen fair Father fear fell fire flowers fruit glory gods grace hand happy hath heard Heaven heavenly Hell hill honour king labour lest light live Lord lost Lycidas MANOAH Messiah Milton mind Moloch morn night o'er pain Paradise Paradise Lost Paradise Regained peace poem poet praise reign replied river round SAMSON Samson Agonistes Satan says seat seems serpent shade shalt sight Son of God soon spake spirits stars stood sweet taste Telassar temper thee thence thine things thou thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tree Virgil virtue voice whence winds wings wonder words
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Page 54 - Tunes her nocturnal note: thus with the year 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, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Page 55 - And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. So much the rather thou, celestial Light, Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate ; there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight.
Page 422 - There, held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till With a sad, leaden, downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast.
Page 464 - Phoebus replied, and touched my trembling ears ; ' Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies : 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 466 - 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 swoln 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 466 - Last came, and last did go, The pilot of the Galilean lake; Two massy keys he bore of metals twain, (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain) He shook his mitred locks, and stern bespake ; How well could I have spared for thee, young swain, Enow of such as for their bellies' sake Creep, and intrude, and climb into the fold?
Page 111 - His praise, ye winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye pines; With every plant, in sign of worship wave. Fountains, and ye that warble, as ye flow, Melodious murmurs, warbling tune His praise.
Page 418 - Haste thee nymph and bring with thee Jest and youthful jollity, Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles. Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled care derides. And laughter holding both his sides.
Page 423 - Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft, on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off Curfew sound Over some wide-watered shore, 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.
Page 405 - 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.