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Milton's Comus, L'allegro, and Il Penseroso: With Numerous Illustrative Notes &c John Milton Vista de fragmentos - 1864 |
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adverbial Anatomy of Melancholy attended beauty bright brothers called charm chastity cheerful clouds Compare Comus dance darkness daughter divine drama earth Edition Exercises expression eyes Faerie fair fairies Faithful fancy fear give goddess grace ground hand hath head hear Heaven Hence holy Italy keep king L'Allegro Lady language leave light Listen live Lost means Melancholy Milton mind mirth morning mortal nature never night Note numerous occurs Penseroso perhaps phrase play pleasure poem poet poetry present Queene refers represented says seek shades Shakspeare Shakspeare's shepherd signifies sing sister sits song soul sound speaks Spenser spirit star story stream supposed sure sweet taste tell thee things thou thought Till tion true verb virgin virtue voice walks wife wind wings wood youth
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Página 62 - 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...
Página 66 - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse ; Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning ; The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...
Página 19 - I saw them under a green mantling vine, That crawls along the side of yon small hill, Plucking ripe clusters from the tender shoots ; Their port was more than human, as they stood : I took it for a faery vision Of some gay creatures of the element, That in the colours of the rainbow live, And play i
Página 57 - 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-browed rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Página 16 - Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment? Sure something holy lodges in that breast, And with these raptures moves the vocal air To testify his hidden residence.
Página 15 - Was I deceived, or did a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night ? I did not err : there does a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night, And casts a gleam over this tufted grove.
Página 58 - Euphrosyne, And by men, heart-easing Mirth, Whom lovely Venus, at a birth, With two sister Graces more, To Ivy-crowned Bacchus bore...
Página 44 - What ! have you let the false enchanter scape ? O ye mistook ; ye should have snatched his wand, And bound him fast. Without his rod reversed, And backward mutters of dissevering power, We cannot free the Lady that sits here In stony fetters fixed and motionless.
Página 18 - I saw, what time the laboured ox In his loose traces from the furrow came, And the swinked hedger at his supper sat. I saw them under a green mantling vine, That crawls along the side of yon small hill, Plucking ripe clusters from the tender shoots; Their port was more than human, as they stood.
Página 75 - The story of Cambuscan bold, no Of Camball, and of Algarsife, And who had Canace to wife, That owned the virtuous ring and glass, And of the wondrous horse of brass On which the Tartar king did ride; And if aught else great bards beside In sage and solemn tunes have sung, Of turneys, and of trophies hung, Of forests, and enchantments drear, Where more is meant than meets the ear.