The Poetical Works of John MiltonH. Froude, 1906 - 554 páginas |
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... night Wherin the Prince of light His raign of peace upon the earth began : The Windes with wonder whist , Smoothly the waters kist , Whispering new joyes to the milde Ocean , Who now hath quite forgot to rave , While Birds of Calm sit ...
... night Wherin the Prince of light His raign of peace upon the earth began : The Windes with wonder whist , Smoothly the waters kist , Whispering new joyes to the milde Ocean , Who now hath quite forgot to rave , While Birds of Calm sit ...
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... Night - steeds , leaving their Moon - lov'd maze . XXVII But see the Virgin blest , Hath laid her Babe to rest . Time is our tedious Song should here have ending , Heav'ns youngest teemed Star , Hath fixt her polisht Car , Her sleeping ...
... Night - steeds , leaving their Moon - lov'd maze . XXVII But see the Virgin blest , Hath laid her Babe to rest . Time is our tedious Song should here have ending , Heav'ns youngest teemed Star , Hath fixt her polisht Car , Her sleeping ...
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... night , Amongst her spangled sisters bright . For , & c . He with his thunder - clasping hand , Smote the first - born of Egypt Land . For , & c . And in despight of Pharao fell , 20 30 40 He brought from thence his Israel . For , & c ...
... night , Amongst her spangled sisters bright . For , & c . He with his thunder - clasping hand , Smote the first - born of Egypt Land . For , & c . And in despight of Pharao fell , 20 30 40 He brought from thence his Israel . For , & c ...
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... night . II For now to sorrow must I tune my song , And set my Harpe to notes of saddest wo , Which on our dearest Lord did sease er'e long , Dangers , and snares , and wrongs , and worse then so , Which he for us did freely undergo ...
... night . II For now to sorrow must I tune my song , And set my Harpe to notes of saddest wo , Which on our dearest Lord did sease er'e long , Dangers , and snares , and wrongs , and worse then so , Which he for us did freely undergo ...
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John Milton Henry Charles Beeching. V Befriend me night best Patroness of grief , Over the Pole thy thickest mantle throw , And work my flatter'd fancy to belief , That Heav'n and Earth are colour'd with my wo ; My sorrows are too dark ...
John Milton Henry Charles Beeching. V Befriend me night best Patroness of grief , Over the Pole thy thickest mantle throw , And work my flatter'd fancy to belief , That Heav'n and Earth are colour'd with my wo ; My sorrows are too dark ...
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Adam agni amorous Angels appeer Arms Atque Battel Beast behold bliss brest bright call'd Cherubim Cloud dark dayes Death deep delight didst Divine doth dread dwell Earth Eternal evil eyes fair farr Father fear fire fræna Fruit gastly Gates giv'n glory Gods grace Hæc hand happie hast hath heard heart Heav'n heav'nly Hell highth Hill honour ipse JOHN MILTON King light live Lord Lycidas malè Messiah mihi Morn night numina o're Olympo Paradise PARADISE LOST Paradise Regain'd peace praise PSAL quæ quid rais'd repli'd round Satan seat seemd Serpent shade shalt shew sight Skie Song soon Soul spake Spirits Starrs stood sweet taste thee thence thine things thir thou thou art thou hast thought Throne tibi Tree Tu quoque ulmo vertue wandring Warr whence winds wings World
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Página 42 - other groves, and other streams along, With Nectar pure his oo/y Lock's he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptiall 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,
Página 188 - Or in Valdarno, to descry new Lands, 290 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, He walkt with to support uneasie steps Over the burning Marle,
Página 40 - Jove; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in Heav'n expect thy meed. O Fountain Arethuse, and thou honour'd floud, Smooth-sliding Mincius, crown'd with vocall reeds, That strain I heard was of a higher mood: But now my Gate proceeds, And listens to the Herald of the Sea
Página 199 - and how he fell 740 From Heav'n, they fabl'd, thrown by angry Jove Sheer o're the Chrystal Battlements : from Morn To Noon he fell, from Noon to dewy Eve, A Summers day; and with the setting Sun Dropt from the Zenith like a falling Star, On Lemnos th
Página 85 - one Talent which is death to hide, Lodg'd with me useless, though my Soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, least he returning chide, Doth God exact day-labour, light deny'd, I fondly ask; But patience to prevent That murmur, soon replies, God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts, who best 10
Página 260 - Glistring with dew, nor fragrance after showers, Nor grateful Evening mild, nor silent Night With this her solemn Bird, nor walk by Moon, Or glittering Starr-light without thee is sweet. But wherfore all night long shine these, for whom This glorious sight, when sleep hath shut all eyes ? Those have
Página 3 - His raign of peace upon the earth began : The Windes with wonder whist, Smoothly the waters kist, Whispering new joyes to the milde Ocean, Who now hath quite forgot to rave, While Birds of Calm sit brooding on the charmed wave. VI The Stars with deep amaze Stand fixt in stedfast gaze, Bending one way their
Página 25 - Oft in glimmering Bowres, and glades He met her, and in secret shades Of woody Ida's inmost grove, While yet there was no fear of Jove. 30 Com pensive Nun, devout and pure, Sober, stedfast, and demure, All in a robe of darkest grain, Flowing with majestick train, And sable stole of Cipres Lawn,
Página 275 - To Hill, or Valley, Fountain, or fresh shade Made vocal by my Song, and taught his praise. Hail universal Lord, be bounteous still To give us onely good; and if the night Have gathered aught of evil or conceald, Disperse it, as now light dispels the dark. So pray'd they innocent, and to thir
Página 250 - Flours worthy of Paradise which not nice Art In Beds and curious Knots, but Nature boon Powrd forth profuse on Hill and Dale and Plaine, Both where the morning Sun first warmly smote The open field, and where the unpierc't shade Imbround the noontide Bowrs: Thus was this place, Groves whose rich Trees wept odorous Gumms and