Milton's Poetical Works: Together with the Life of the Author

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J.H. Turney, 1832
 

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Página 43 - Of nature's works, to me expung'd and raz'd, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. So much the rather thou, celestial Light, Shine inward, and the mind through all her pow'rs Irradiate, there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight.
Página 302 - To Heaven. Their martyr'd blood and ashes sow O'er all th' Italian fields, where still doth sway ON HIS BLINDNESS. To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he, returning, chide; Doth God exact day-labour, light denied ? 1 fondly ask: but Patience, to prevent
Página 241 - Sec. Bro. 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. Eld. Bro. List, list, I hear Some far off halloo break the silent air.
Página 297 - 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, When, by the rout that made the hideous roar, His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore
Página 281 - Where glowing embers through the room Some still removed place will fit, 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: Or let my lamp at midnight hour Be seen in some high lonely tower,
Página 297 - Clos'd o'er the head of your lov'd Lycidas? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream : Ay me ! I fondly dream! deep Had ye been there—for what could that have
Página 281 - From golden slumber on a bed That Orpheus' self may heave his head Of heap'd Elysian flowers, and hear Such strains as would have won the ear Of Pluto, to have quite set free His half-regain'd Eurydice. These delights, if thou canst give. Mirth, with thee I mean to live. IL PENSEROSO.*
Página 281 - Dwell in some idol brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sunbeams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus' train. But hail, thou goddess, sage and holy, Hail, divinest melancholy! Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of
Página 285 - hostile blood ; The trumpet spake not to the arm'd throng; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sov'reign Lord was by. V. But peaceful was the night, Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began : The winds, with wonder whist, Smoothly the waters
Página 81 - mom With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime. Thou Sun, of this great world both eye and soul, Acknowledge him thy greater, sound his praise In thy eternal course, both when thou climb'st, And when high noon hast gain'd, and when thou

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