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... force of his genius to the completion of his earliest project - an heroic poem - always in his eye , never out of his mind , though the form of it was frequently charging , but not fully undertaken till he had been driven from the field ...
... force of his genius to the completion of his earliest project - an heroic poem - always in his eye , never out of his mind , though the form of it was frequently charging , but not fully undertaken till he had been driven from the field ...
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... force and authority of plain truths , with which the undaunted repub- lican addresses the rulers of his own party , when they were meditating to impose on the people whom their prowess in the field had set free , the most hateful of all ...
... force and authority of plain truths , with which the undaunted repub- lican addresses the rulers of his own party , when they were meditating to impose on the people whom their prowess in the field had set free , the most hateful of all ...
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... force or reality of truth . A man born blind might , from verbal precedents ( in ancient authors especially , ) have written all the descriptive passa- ges in these compositions . The earliest original poem in his own tongue , which has ...
... force or reality of truth . A man born blind might , from verbal precedents ( in ancient authors especially , ) have written all the descriptive passa- ges in these compositions . The earliest original poem in his own tongue , which has ...
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... force , but not enthrall'd ; Yea , even that which mischief meant most harm , Shall , in the happy trial , prove most glory ; But evil on itself shall back recoil , And mix no more with goodness ; when , at last , Gather'd like scum ...
... force , but not enthrall'd ; Yea , even that which mischief meant most harm , Shall , in the happy trial , prove most glory ; But evil on itself shall back recoil , And mix no more with goodness ; when , at last , Gather'd like scum ...
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... force is left , and all employ In our defence , lest unawares we lose This our high place , our sanctuary , our hill . " The Son replies in a less offensive vein of irony Again , in Book X. , the Almighty , on occasion of the operations ...
... force is left , and all employ In our defence , lest unawares we lose This our high place , our sanctuary , our hill . " The Son replies in a less offensive vein of irony Again , in Book X. , the Almighty , on occasion of the operations ...
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Adam aëre agni amorous angels arm'd arms aught beast behold Belial bliss bright call'd cherub cherubim cloud Comus Dagon dark death deeds deep delight didst divine doth dread dwell earth eternal evil eyes fair Father fear flowers fræna fruit glorious glory gods grace hand happy hast hath heard heart heaven heavenly hell hill honour ipse Israel JOHN MILTON King lest light live Lord Lycidas Messiah mihi morn mortal night numina o'er PARADISE LOST PARADISE REGAINED pass'd peace Philistines praise quæ reign return'd round Samson Satan seem'd serpent shade shalt sight Son of God song soon soul spake spirits stood strength sweet taste Thammuz thee thence thine things thither thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi tree Tu quoque turn'd vex'd virtue voice whence winds wings wonder
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Страница 205 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days: But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life.
Страница 86 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of ev'n or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Страница 215 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit, or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream. Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild.
Страница xxiv - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning; The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Страница 115 - Me miserable ! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair ? Which way I fly is hell ; myself am hell ; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep Still threatening to devour me, opens wide, To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.
Страница 208 - Weep no more, woeful Shepherds, weep no more ! For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Страница 155 - 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.
Страница 26 - He scarce had ceased, when the superior 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, Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
Страница 86 - Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Страница 238 - Nature that heard such sound Beneath the hollow round Of Cynthia's seat, the airy region thrilling, Now was almost won To think her part was done, And that her reign had here its last fulfilling; She knew such harmony alone Could hold all Heaven and Earth in happier union.