The Poetical Works of John Milton ...Jones & Company, 1824 - Всего страниц: 131 |
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... hear 65 Infernal thunder ; and for lightning , see Black fire and horror shot with equal rage Among his angels : and his throne itself Mix'd with Tartarean sulphur , and strange fire , His own invented torments . - But perhaps 70 The ...
... hear 65 Infernal thunder ; and for lightning , see Black fire and horror shot with equal rage Among his angels : and his throne itself Mix'd with Tartarean sulphur , and strange fire , His own invented torments . - But perhaps 70 The ...
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... hear me call , and oft be warn'd 185 Their sinful state , and to appease betimes Th ' incensed Deity , while offer'd grace Invites : for I will clear their senses dark , What may suffice , and soften stony hearts To pray , repent , and ...
... hear me call , and oft be warn'd 185 Their sinful state , and to appease betimes Th ' incensed Deity , while offer'd grace Invites : for I will clear their senses dark , What may suffice , and soften stony hearts To pray , repent , and ...
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... hear only ' in heaven : His habit fit for speed succinct , and held For wonderful indeed are all his works , Before his decent steps a silver wand . Pleasant to know , and worthiest to be all He drew not nigh unheard ; the angel bright ...
... hear only ' in heaven : His habit fit for speed succinct , and held For wonderful indeed are all his works , Before his decent steps a silver wand . Pleasant to know , and worthiest to be all He drew not nigh unheard ; the angel bright ...
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... hear , thou consent , 555 To whom the winged hierarch replied : The full relation , which must needs be strange ... Hear , all ye angels , progeny of light , 600 Who form'd us from the dust , and plac'd us here , Thrones , dominations ...
... hear , thou consent , 555 To whom the winged hierarch replied : The full relation , which must needs be strange ... Hear , all ye angels , progeny of light , 600 Who form'd us from the dust , and plac'd us here , Thrones , dominations ...
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... hear in heaven Expected , least of all from thee , ingrate , In place thyself so high above thy peers . Canst thou with impious obloquy condemn The just decree of God , pronounc'd and sworn , That to his only Son , by right endu'd With ...
... hear in heaven Expected , least of all from thee , ingrate , In place thyself so high above thy peers . Canst thou with impious obloquy condemn The just decree of God , pronounc'd and sworn , That to his only Son , by right endu'd With ...
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ACTON PLACE Æneid angels Arion arms beauty behold beneath bless'd bliss bosom breast breath bright charms clouds Dagon dark death deep delight divine dread dwell earth eternal fair fame fancy fear fire fix'd flame flowers glory grace Greece grove hand happy hast hath heard heart heaven hell hills honour hope JULIUS CÆSAR king labour light live Lord lyre mind Muse Naiads nature nature's never night numbers nymph o'er once pain Palemon PARADISE LOST peace PINDAR plain pleasure praise rage rapture reign rills rise Rodmond round sacred Satan scene seem'd shade shine shore sight smile soft song soon soul spirit stood stream sweet taste tempest thee thence thine things thou thought throne toil tongue trembling truth Twas vale vellum vex'd virtue voice wave whence wild wind wings wonder youth
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Стр. 110 - I hear the far-off curfew sound, Over some wide-water'd 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 belman's drowsy charm, To bless the doors from nightly harm...
Стр. 102 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away. And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? — it was — Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown. May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more ! Thy maidens, grieved themselves at my concern, Oft gave me promise of thy quick return.
Стр. 102 - All this, and more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall, Ne'er roughen'd by those cataracts and breaks, That humour interposed too often makes; All this still legible in memory's page, And still to be so to my latest age...
Стр. 118 - Bid Amaranthus all his beauty shed, And Daffadillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the Laureate Hearse where Lycid lies. For so, to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise.
Стр. 8 - Thither no more the peasant shall repair To sweet oblivion of his daily care; No more the farmer's news, the barber's tale, No more the woodman's ballad shall prevail; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear, Relax his ponderous strength, and lean to hear...
Стр. 8 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Стр. 44 - Yet when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best...
Стр. 94 - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay; And there he threw the Wash about On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play. At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wondering much To see how he did ride. "Stop, stop, John Gilpin!— Here's the house !" They all at once did cry; "The dinner waits, and we are tired;"— Said Gilpin, "So am I!
Стр. 9 - Where the dark scorpion gathers death around; Where at each step the stranger fears to wake The rattling terrors of the vengeful snake ; Where crouching tigers wait their hapless prey, And savage men more murderous still than they; While oft in whirls the mad tornado flies, Mingling the ravaged landscape with the skies.
Стр. 117 - 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...