The Poetical Works of John MiltonH. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1912 - 554 páginas |
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... dwell . For , & c . He hath with a piteous eye Beheld us in our misery . For , & c . And freed us from the slavery Of the invading enimy . For , & c . All living creatures he doth feed , And with full hand supplies their need . For ...
... dwell . For , & c . He hath with a piteous eye Beheld us in our misery . For , & c . And freed us from the slavery Of the invading enimy . For , & c . All living creatures he doth feed , And with full hand supplies their need . For ...
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... dwell . But com thou Goddes fair and free , In Heav'n ycleap'd Euphrosyne , And by men , heart - easing Mirth , Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more To Ivy - crowned Bacchus bore ; 20 30 10 Or whether ( as som Sager ...
... dwell . But com thou Goddes fair and free , In Heav'n ycleap'd Euphrosyne , And by men , heart - easing Mirth , Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more To Ivy - crowned Bacchus bore ; 20 30 10 Or whether ( as som Sager ...
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... Dwell in som idle brain , And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess , As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the Sun Beams , Or likest hovering dreams The fickle Pensioners of Morpheus train . But hail thou Goddes , sage ...
... Dwell in som idle brain , And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess , As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the Sun Beams , Or likest hovering dreams The fickle Pensioners of Morpheus train . But hail thou Goddes , sage ...
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... Dwell'st here with Pan , or Silvan , by blest Song Forbidding every bleak unkindly Fog To touch the prosperous growth of this tall Wood . 270 La . Nay gentle Shepherd ill is lost that praise That is addrest to unattending Ears , Not any ...
... Dwell'st here with Pan , or Silvan , by blest Song Forbidding every bleak unkindly Fog To touch the prosperous growth of this tall Wood . 270 La . Nay gentle Shepherd ill is lost that praise That is addrest to unattending Ears , Not any ...
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... dwell no frowns , nor anger , from these gates Sorrow flies farr : See here be all the pleasures That fancy can beget on youthfull thoughts , When the fresh blood grows lively , and returns Brisk as the April buds in Primrose - season ...
... dwell no frowns , nor anger , from these gates Sorrow flies farr : See here be all the pleasures That fancy can beget on youthfull thoughts , When the fresh blood grows lively , and returns Brisk as the April buds in Primrose - season ...
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Adam agni amorous Angels Arms Battel behold bliss brest bright call'd Chor Clouds Comus Dagon dark Death deep delight didst Divine doth dwell e're Earth Eternal evil eyes fair fantastick farr Father fear Fruit giv'n glory Gods grace H. C. BEECHING Hæc hand happie hast hath heard Heav'n heav'nly Hell highth Hill honour Israel JOHN MILTON Jove King light live Lord lost Lycidas mihi Morn mortal night numina Nymphs o're Paradise Paradise Lost Paradise Regain'd peace praise quæ Quire rais'd repli'd round Samson Agonistes Satan seat seemd Serpent shades shalt shew sight sing Skie Son of God Song soon soul spake Spirit Starrs stood sweet taste thee thence thine things thir thou art thou hast thought Throne tibi Tree vertue voice wandring Warr winds wings words World
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Página 260 - When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening" mild; then silent night With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train...
Página 548 - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast; no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame ; nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
Página 38 - Built in th'eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next Camus, reverend Sire, went footing slow, His Mantle hairy, and his Bonnet sedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscrib'd with woe. "Ah; Who hath reft" (quoth he) "my dearest pledge?
Página 181 - A dungeon horrible on all sides round, As one great furnace flam'd ; yet from those flames No light ; but rather darkness visible Serv'd only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell ; hope never comes, That comes to all ; but torture without end Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed With ever-burning sulphur unconsumed...
Página 19 - 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.
Página 24 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age, Ennobled hath the buskined stage. But O, sad Virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower, Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what Love did seek.
Página 274 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ! thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair: thyself how wondrous then, Unspeakable ! who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Página 39 - 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.
Página 59 - How charming is divine Philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets, Where no crude surfeit reigns.
Página 38 - What hard mishap hath doom'd this gentle swain ? And question'd every gust of rugged wings That blows from off each beaked promontory : They knew not of his story ; And sage Hippotades their answer brings, That not a blast was from his dungeon stray'd ; The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters play'd.