The Poetical Works of John MiltonE. Fleischer, 1834 - 392 páginas |
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... thou that traitor angel , art thou he , 680 685 Who first broke peace in heav'n , and faith , till then 690 Unbroken ; and in proud rebellious arms , Drew after him the third part of heav'n's sons Conjur'd against the Highest ; for ...
... thou that traitor angel , art thou he , 680 685 Who first broke peace in heav'n , and faith , till then 690 Unbroken ; and in proud rebellious arms , Drew after him the third part of heav'n's sons Conjur'd against the Highest ; for ...
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... Thou interposest , that my sudden hand , Prevented , spares to tell thee yet by deeds What it intends ; till first I know of thee , What thing thou art , thus double - form'd , and why , In this infernal vale first met , thou call'st Me ...
... Thou interposest , that my sudden hand , Prevented , spares to tell thee yet by deeds What it intends ; till first I know of thee , What thing thou art , thus double - form'd , and why , In this infernal vale first met , thou call'st Me ...
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... thou saw'st , hourly conceiv'd And hourly born , with sorrow infinite 790 795 To me ; for , when they list , into the womb That bred them they return , and howl and gnaw My bowels , their repast ; then bursting forth 800 Afresh with ...
... thou saw'st , hourly conceiv'd And hourly born , with sorrow infinite 790 795 To me ; for , when they list , into the womb That bred them they return , and howl and gnaw My bowels , their repast ; then bursting forth 800 Afresh with ...
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... thou my author , thou My being gav'st me ; whom should I obey 865 But thee ? whom follow ? thou wilt bring me soon To that new world of light and bliss , among The gods who live at ease , where I shall reign At thy right hand voluptuous ...
... thou my author , thou My being gav'st me ; whom should I obey 865 But thee ? whom follow ? thou wilt bring me soon To that new world of light and bliss , among The gods who live at ease , where I shall reign At thy right hand voluptuous ...
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... thou thyself Abolish thy creation , and unmake For him , what for thy glory thou hast made ? So should thy goodness and thy greatness both Be question'd and blasphem'd without defence . ' To whom the great Creator thus replied : ' O Son ...
... thou thyself Abolish thy creation , and unmake For him , what for thy glory thou hast made ? So should thy goodness and thy greatness both Be question'd and blasphem'd without defence . ' To whom the great Creator thus replied : ' O Son ...
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Adam angels appear'd arm'd arms aught beast behold Belial bliss bright call'd Cherub Cherubim Chor cloud Comus Dagon dark death deeds deep delight didst divine doth dread dwell earth Egypt eternal evil eyes fair faith fall'n Father fear flow'r fruit glory gods grace hand happy hast hath heard heart heav'n heav'nly hell highth hill honour Israel join'd King lest light live Lord Lycidas Manoah Messiah morn mortal night numina nymph o'er pain Paradise Parthian pass'd peace Philistines pleas'd pow'r praise quire rais'd reign replied return'd round sapience Satan seat seem'd serpent shade shalt sight Son of God song soon spake spirits stood strength sweet taste Thammuz thee thence thine things thither thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tree turn'd vex'd virtue voice wand'ring whence winds wings
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Página 278 - 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 6 - Fiend Was moving toward the shore ; his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast. The broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views At evening, from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, 290 Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
Página 314 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which...
Página 278 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.
Página 280 - Haste thee Nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks...
Página 285 - And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves...
Página 73 - Rising or falling still advance his praise. His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
Página 36 - Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song ; but chief Thee, Sion, and the flowery brooks beneath, That wash thy hallowed feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit...
Página 62 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun, 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 281 - While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.