The Poetical Works of John Milton: With Notes and a Life of the Author, Том 2Hilliard, Gray, 1838 |
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... virtue , all their fame Ignobly , to the trains and to the smiles Of these fair atheists ; and now swim in joy , Erelong to swim at large ; and laugh , for which The world erelong a world of tears must weep . To whom thus Adam of short ...
... virtue , all their fame Ignobly , to the trains and to the smiles Of these fair atheists ; and now swim in joy , Erelong to swim at large ; and laugh , for which The world erelong a world of tears must weep . To whom thus Adam of short ...
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... virtue call'd : 685 690 695 To overcome in battle , and subdue Nations , and bring home spoils with infinite Manslaughter , shall be held the highest pitch Of human glory , and for glory done Of triumph to be styl'd great conquerors ...
... virtue call'd : 685 690 695 To overcome in battle , and subdue Nations , and bring home spoils with infinite Manslaughter , shall be held the highest pitch Of human glory , and for glory done Of triumph to be styl'd great conquerors ...
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... virtue void ; 790 Who having spill'd much blood , and done much waste , Subduing nations , and achiev'd thereby Fame in the world , high titles , and rich prey , Shall change their course to pleasure , ease , and sloth , Surfeit , and ...
... virtue void ; 790 Who having spill'd much blood , and done much waste , Subduing nations , and achiev'd thereby Fame in the world , high titles , and rich prey , Shall change their course to pleasure , ease , and sloth , Surfeit , and ...
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... virtue , which is reason , that no wrong , But justice , and some fatal curse annex'd , Deprives them of their outward liberty , Their inward lost : witness th ' irreverent son Of him who built the ark , who for the shame Done to his ...
... virtue , which is reason , that no wrong , But justice , and some fatal curse annex'd , Deprives them of their outward liberty , Their inward lost : witness th ' irreverent son Of him who built the ark , who for the shame Done to his ...
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... virtue , patience , temperance , add love , By name to come call'd charity , the soul Of all the rest ; then wilt thou not be loath To leave this paradise , but shalt possess A paradise within thee , happier far . Let us descend now ...
... virtue , patience , temperance , add love , By name to come call'd charity , the soul Of all the rest ; then wilt thou not be loath To leave this paradise , but shalt possess A paradise within thee , happier far . Let us descend now ...
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Стр. 287 - 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 ; 30 Sport, that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Стр. 275 - 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 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.
Стр. 284 - And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves...
Стр. 269 - 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.
Стр. 286 - HENCE, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy! Find out some uncouth cell Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings And the night-raven sings ; There under ebon shades, and low-brow'd rocks As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Стр. 274 - Ah! who hath reft,' quoth he, 'my dearest pledge ? ' Last came and last did go, The pilot of the Galilean lake ; Two massy keys he bore, of metals twain no (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...
Стр. 160 - To daily fraud, contempt, abuse and wrong, Within doors, or without, still as a fool, In power of others, never in my own ; Scarce half I seem to live, dead more than half. O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day! O first created beam, and thou great Word, Let there be light, and light was over all; Why am I thus bereaved thy prime decree?
Стр. 290 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequered shade, And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday...
Стр. 269 - 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. Who would not sing for Lycidas? he knew...
Стр. 271 - 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...