The Poetical Works of John Milton, Volumen1Macmillan, 1893 |
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... doth force my fear ; For once it was my dismal hap to hear A sibyl old , bow - bent with crooked age , That far events full wisely could presage , And , in Time's long and dark prospective glass , Foresaw what future days should bring ...
... doth force my fear ; For once it was my dismal hap to hear A sibyl old , bow - bent with crooked age , That far events full wisely could presage , And , in Time's long and dark prospective glass , Foresaw what future days should bring ...
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... doth sound : Me softer airs befit , and softer strings Of lute , or viol still , more apt for mournful things . V. Befriend me , Night , best patroness of grief ! Over the pole thy thickest mantle throw , And work my flattered fancy to ...
... doth sound : Me softer airs befit , and softer strings Of lute , or viol still , more apt for mournful things . V. Befriend me , Night , best patroness of grief ! Over the pole thy thickest mantle throw , And work my flattered fancy to ...
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... doth inter The honoured wife of Winchester , A Viscount's daughter , an Earl's heir , Besides what her virtues fair Added to her noble birth , More than she could own from Earth . Summers three times eight save one She had told ; alas ...
... doth inter The honoured wife of Winchester , A Viscount's daughter , an Earl's heir , Besides what her virtues fair Added to her noble birth , More than she could own from Earth . Summers three times eight save one She had told ; alas ...
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... 50 That , to give the world increase , Shortened hast thy own life's lease ! Here , besides the sorrowing That thy noble house doth bring , Here be tears of perfect moan Weept for thee in MARCHIONESS OF WINCHESTER . 149.
... 50 That , to give the world increase , Shortened hast thy own life's lease ! Here , besides the sorrowing That thy noble house doth bring , Here be tears of perfect moan Weept for thee in MARCHIONESS OF WINCHESTER . 149.
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... doth rise ; Then to come , in spite of sorrow , And at my window bid good - morrow , Through the sweet - briar or the vine , Or the twisted eglantine ; 40 While the cock , with lively din , Scatters the L'ALLEGRO . 151.
... doth rise ; Then to come , in spite of sorrow , And at my window bid good - morrow , Through the sweet - briar or the vine , Or the twisted eglantine ; 40 While the cock , with lively din , Scatters the L'ALLEGRO . 151.
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Página 200 - 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 " 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, 60
Página 182 - To a degenerate and degraded state. 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 nectared sweets, Where no crude surfeit reigns. Eld. Bro. List! list! I hear
Página 143 - SONG ON MAY MORNING. Now the bright morning-star, Day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ! Woods and groves are of thy dressing ; Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing.
Página 140 - xxv. He feels from Juda's land The dreaded Infant's hand ; The rays of Bethlehem blind his dusky eyn ; Nor all the gods beside Longer dare abide, Not Typhon huge ending in snaky twine : Our Babe, to show his Godhead true, Can in his swaddling bands control the damned crew. 1
Página 155 - In fire, air, flood, or underground, Whose power hath a true consent With planet or with element. Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In sceptred pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes, or Pelops ' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, 100 Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskined stage. But, O sad Virgin ! that thy power Might raise
Página 151 - junkets eat. She was pinched and pulled, she said ; And he, by Friar's lantern led, Tells how the drudging goblin sweat To earn his cream-bowl duly set, When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day-labourers could not end ; Then lies him down, the lubber fiend,
Página 214 - Both spiritual power and civil, what each means, What severs each, thou hast learned, which few have done. The bounds of either sword to thee we owe : Therefore on thy firm hand Religion leans In peace, and reckons thee her eldest son. XVIII. ON THE LATE MASSACRE IN PIEDMONT.
Página 148 - 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. 10
Página 196 - All the swains that there abide With jigs and rural dance resort. We shall catch them at their sport, And our sudden coming there Will double all their mirth and cheer. Come, let us haste ; the stars grow high, But Night sits monarch yet in the mid sky. The Scene changes,
Página 199 - For we were nursed upon the self-same hill, Fed the same flock, by fountain, shade, and rill; Together both, ere the high lawns appeared Under the opening eyelids of the Morn, We drove a-field, and both together heard What time the grey-fly winds her sultry horn, Battening our flocks with the fresh dews of night, Oft till the star that rose at evening bright 30 Toward heaven's