Milton's LycidasGinn and Heath, 1879 - 38 pages |
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... highth , and with the centre mix the pole . ' Clearly , if heaven has sharp , rigid outlines like the moon , chaos has a shifting , tumultuous surface like the sun . Deep in this tremendous abyss lies Hell , perhaps near the centre ...
... highth , and with the centre mix the pole . ' Clearly , if heaven has sharp , rigid outlines like the moon , chaos has a shifting , tumultuous surface like the sun . Deep in this tremendous abyss lies Hell , perhaps near the centre ...
Page xxix
... highth ; and straight the doors , Opening their brazen folds , discover , wide Within , her ample spaces o'er the smooth And level pavement : from the arched roof , Pendent by subtle magic , many a row Of starry lamps and blazing ...
... highth ; and straight the doors , Opening their brazen folds , discover , wide Within , her ample spaces o'er the smooth And level pavement : from the arched roof , Pendent by subtle magic , many a row Of starry lamps and blazing ...
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... highth of this great argument I may assert eternal providence , And justify the ways of God to men . 20 25 temple of God ? " 1 Cor . iii . 16. - 19 . Instruct me , etc. See note on 1. 17 . For thou knowest . So in Theocritus , Idyl ...
... highth of this great argument I may assert eternal providence , And justify the ways of God to men . 20 25 temple of God ? " 1 Cor . iii . 16. - 19 . Instruct me , etc. See note on 1. 17 . For thou knowest . So in Theocritus , Idyl ...
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... highth fall'n , so much the stronger proved He with his thunder : and till then who knew · The force of those dire arms ? Yet not for those , Nor what the potent Victor in his rage Can else inflict , do I repent , or change , Though ...
... highth fall'n , so much the stronger proved He with his thunder : and till then who knew · The force of those dire arms ? Yet not for those , Nor what the potent Victor in his rage Can else inflict , do I repent , or change , Though ...
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... highth ! " He scarce had ceased , when the superior fiend 276 275 280 Was moving toward the shore ; his ponderous shield Ethereal temper , massy , large , and round , 285 Behind him cast . The broad circumference Hung on his shoulders ...
... highth ! " He scarce had ceased , when the superior fiend 276 275 280 Was moving toward the shore ; his ponderous shield Ethereal temper , massy , large , and round , 285 Behind him cast . The broad circumference Hung on his shoulders ...
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Page 8 - Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer. Who would not sing for Lycidas? he knew 10 Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear.
Page 6 - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
Page 14 - Ay me, I fondly dream! Had ye been there — for what could that have done? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself, for her enchanting son, Whom universal nature did lament, 60 When by the rout that made the hideous roar His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore?
Page xxix - Anon out of the earth a fabric huge Rose like an exhalation, with the sound Of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet— Built like a temple, where pilasters round Were set, and Doric pillars overlaid With golden architrave; nor did there want Cornice or frieze, with bossy sculptures graven: The roof was fretted gold.
Page 10 - 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...
Page 5 - LYCIDAS In this Monody the Author bewails a learned Friend, unfortunately drowned in his passage from Chester on the Irish Seas, 1637 ; and, by occasion, foretells the ruin of our corrupted Clergy, then in their height. YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year.
Page 34 - Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves; Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above In solemn troops, and sweet societies That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Page 27 - In billows, leave i' the midst a horrid vale. Then with expanded wings he steers his flight Aloft, incumbent on the dusky air, That felt unusual weight; till on dry land He lights; if it were land that ever...
Page 32 - Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views At evening from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, Rivers or mountains, in her spotty globe. His spear, — to equal which, the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills, to be the mast Of some great ammiral, were but a wand...