Milton's LycidasGinn and Heath, 1879 - 38 pages |
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... vast aggregation of matter which constituted the luminous Empyreal Heavens above and the black abysses of Chaos beneath . He tells us that heaven is like earth . " What if earth Be but the shadow of heaven , and things therein Each to ...
... vast aggregation of matter which constituted the luminous Empyreal Heavens above and the black abysses of Chaos beneath . He tells us that heaven is like earth . " What if earth Be but the shadow of heaven , and things therein Each to ...
Page vii
... vast vacuity . ' ently has strata . 6 Through it Satan , with difficulty and labor hard , ' ' O'er bog or steep , through strait , rough , dense , or rare , With head , hands , wings , or feet , pursues his way , And swims , or sinks ...
... vast vacuity . ' ently has strata . 6 Through it Satan , with difficulty and labor hard , ' ' O'er bog or steep , through strait , rough , dense , or rare , With head , hands , wings , or feet , pursues his way , And swims , or sinks ...
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... vast hollow sphere , hung at its zenith by a golden chain from the Empy- It is beaten by the winds of Chaos , and has only [ sic ] light on that side of it which is turned to Heaven . At its very zenith a bright sea flows as of liquid ...
... vast hollow sphere , hung at its zenith by a golden chain from the Empy- It is beaten by the winds of Chaos , and has only [ sic ] light on that side of it which is turned to Heaven . At its very zenith a bright sea flows as of liquid ...
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... vast comprehension of the story , both in space and time , as leading to this point , that makes it unique among epics , and entitles Milton to speak of it as involving " Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme . " It is , in short , a ...
... vast comprehension of the story , both in space and time , as leading to this point , that makes it unique among epics , and entitles Milton to speak of it as involving " Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme . " It is , in short , a ...
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... vast population of beings , called " the Angels , " or " Sons of God , " who draw near to His throne in worship , derive thence their nurture and their delight , and yet live dispersed through all the ranges and recesses of the region ...
... vast population of beings , called " the Angels , " or " Sons of God , " who draw near to His throne in worship , derive thence their nurture and their delight , and yet live dispersed through all the ranges and recesses of the region ...
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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...