The poetical works of John Milton, with the life of the author by S. Johnson, Томови 3-41807 |
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... Words : for though the Paradise Lost be the flower of epic poesy , and the noblest effort of genius , yet here are other poems which are no less excellent in their kind , and if they have not that sublimity and majesty , are at least ...
... Words : for though the Paradise Lost be the flower of epic poesy , and the noblest effort of genius , yet here are other poems which are no less excellent in their kind , and if they have not that sublimity and majesty , are at least ...
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... words impression left Of much amazement to th ' infernal crew , Distracted and surpris'd with deep dismay At these sad tidings ; but no time was then For long indulgence to their fears or grief : 110 Unanimous they all commit the care ...
... words impression left Of much amazement to th ' infernal crew , Distracted and surpris'd with deep dismay At these sad tidings ; but no time was then For long indulgence to their fears or grief : 110 Unanimous they all commit the care ...
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... words to conquer willing hearts , And make persuasion do the work of fear ; At least to try , and teach the erring soul Not wilfully misdoing , but unaware Misled ; the stubborn only to subdue . 220 These growing thoughts my mother soon ...
... words to conquer willing hearts , And make persuasion do the work of fear ; At least to try , and teach the erring soul Not wilfully misdoing , but unaware Misled ; the stubborn only to subdue . 220 These growing thoughts my mother soon ...
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... curious eye 319 Perus'd him , then with words thus utter'd spake : Sir , what ill chance hath brought thee to this place So far from path , or road of men , who pass B In troop , or caravan ? - for single none Book I. PARADISE RÉCAIN'D .
... curious eye 319 Perus'd him , then with words thus utter'd spake : Sir , what ill chance hath brought thee to this place So far from path , or road of men , who pass B In troop , or caravan ? - for single none Book I. PARADISE RÉCAIN'D .
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... Is it not written ( For I discern thee other than thou seem'st ) Man lives not by bread only , but each word Proceeding from the mouth of God , who fed ur fathers here with manna ? in the mount Moses 18 Book I. PARADISE REGAIN'D .
... Is it not written ( For I discern thee other than thou seem'st ) Man lives not by bread only , but each word Proceeding from the mouth of God , who fed ur fathers here with manna ? in the mount Moses 18 Book I. PARADISE REGAIN'D .
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Amor angels Arethuse arms Atque behold bright cataphracts Chebar CHOR clouds Comus Dagon dark death didst divine dost doth dread earth enemies eyes fair fame father fear feast foes glorious glory gods Hæc hand hath head hear heard Heav'n heav'nly holy honour ipse Israel Jehovah Jove kings Lady light live Locrine Lord loud Lycidas Manoah mihi MILTON morning mortal Muse never night numbers numina nymph o'er once P. L. iv P. L. vii P. L. x P. L. xi PARADISE REGAIN'D peace Philistines praise Psalm quæ quid reply'd round Samson Samson Agonistes shades shalt shame Shepherd sing solemn Son of God song sorrow soul spirits strength sweet thee thence thine things thou thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi virgin virtue wild wilt winds wings words
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Страница 197 - And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Страница 188 - Where the great sun begins his state, Rob'd in flames, and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; 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.
Страница 35 - 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. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish...
Страница 30 - FLY, envious Time, till thou run out thy race ; Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours, Whose speed is but the heavy plummet's pace ; And glut thyself with what thy womb devours, Which is no more than what is false and vain, And merely mortal dross ; So little is our loss, So little is thy gain.