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Heaven's cheerful face , the lowering element 490 Cocytus , nam'd of lamentation
loud Scowls o'er the darken'd landscape snow , or shower : Heard on the rueful
stream : fierce Phlegethon , 580 If chance the radiant sun with farewell'sweet ...
Heaven's cheerful face , the lowering element 490 Cocytus , nam'd of lamentation
loud Scowls o'er the darken'd landscape snow , or shower : Heard on the rueful
stream : fierce Phlegethon , 580 If chance the radiant sun with farewell'sweet ...
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Thus I set my printless feet Oye mistook , ye should have snatch'd his wand O'er
the cowslip's velvet head , 910 And bound him fast ; without his rod revers'd , That
bends not as I tread ; And backward mutters of dissevering power , Gentle ...
Thus I set my printless feet Oye mistook , ye should have snatch'd his wand O'er
the cowslip's velvet head , 910 And bound him fast ; without his rod revers'd , That
bends not as I tread ; And backward mutters of dissevering power , Gentle ...
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O'er all his thoughts , and swellid his easy sail : Oh happy peasant ! Oh unhappy
bard ! His books well - trimm'd , and in the gayest style , His the inere tinsel , hers
the rich reward ; Like regimental coxcombs , rank and tile , He praised perhaps ...
O'er all his thoughts , and swellid his easy sail : Oh happy peasant ! Oh unhappy
bard ! His books well - trimm'd , and in the gayest style , His the inere tinsel , hers
the rich reward ; Like regimental coxcombs , rank and tile , He praised perhaps ...
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A painful passage o'er a restless flood , To rise at noon , sit slipshod and undress'
d , A rain pursuit of fugitive false good , To read the news , or fiddle , as seems
best , A scene of fancied bliss and heartfelt care , Till half the world comes rattling
...
A painful passage o'er a restless flood , To rise at noon , sit slipshod and undress'
d , A rain pursuit of fugitive false good , To read the news , or fiddle , as seems
best , A scene of fancied bliss and heartfelt care , Till half the world comes rattling
...
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Toils much to earn a monumental pile , And sleep not ; see him sweating o'er his
bread That may record the mischiefs he has done . Before he eats it . ' Tis the
primal curse , The summit gain'd , behold the proud alcove But soften'd into
mercy ...
Toils much to earn a monumental pile , And sleep not ; see him sweating o'er his
bread That may record the mischiefs he has done . Before he eats it . ' Tis the
primal curse , The summit gain'd , behold the proud alcove But soften'd into
mercy ...
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Página 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...
Página 104 - 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.
Página 104 - 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...
Página 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.
Página 10 - 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...
Página 10 - 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.
Página 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...
Página 96 - 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!
Página 11 - 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.
Página 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...
Información bibliográfica
| Título | The Poetical Works of John Milton ... Volumen2 de The Poetical Works of John Milton, John Milton |
| Autor | John Milton |
| Editor | Jones & Company, 1824 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Michigan |
| Digitalizado | 23 Mayo 2007 |
| Largo | 131 páginas |
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