The Poetical Works of John Milton: With the Life of the Author, Band 2Fielding Lucas, Jun., and Joseph Cushing, 1813 - 565 Seiten |
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... Virgin pure In Galilee , that she should bear à son , Great in renown , and call'd the Son of God ; 135 Then told'st her , doubting how these things could be To her a virgin , that on her should come The Holy Ghost , and the pow'r of ...
... Virgin pure In Galilee , that she should bear à son , Great in renown , and call'd the Son of God ; 135 Then told'st her , doubting how these things could be To her a virgin , that on her should come The Holy Ghost , and the pow'r of ...
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... virgin ; he foretold Thou should'st be great , and sit on David's throne , 235 And of thy kingdom there should be no end . At thy nativity , a glorious quire Of Angels , in the fields of Bethlehem , sung 241 245 250 To shepherds ...
... virgin ; he foretold Thou should'st be great , and sit on David's throne , 235 And of thy kingdom there should be no end . At thy nativity , a glorious quire Of Angels , in the fields of Bethlehem , sung 241 245 250 To shepherds ...
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... virgin majesty with mild And sweet allay'd , yet terrible t ' approach ; Skill'd to retire , and , in retiring , draw Hearts after them tangled in amorous nets . Such object hath the power to soft'n and tame Severest temper , smooth the ...
... virgin majesty with mild And sweet allay'd , yet terrible t ' approach ; Skill'd to retire , and , in retiring , draw Hearts after them tangled in amorous nets . Such object hath the power to soft'n and tame Severest temper , smooth the ...
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... virgin - born , 500 For Son of God to me is yet in doubt ; Of the Messiah I had heard foretold By all the Prophets ; of thy birth at length , Announc'd by Gabriel , with the first I knew , And of th ' angelic song in Bethlehem field ...
... virgin - born , 500 For Son of God to me is yet in doubt ; Of the Messiah I had heard foretold By all the Prophets ; of thy birth at length , Announc'd by Gabriel , with the first I knew , And of th ' angelic song in Bethlehem field ...
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... virgin veil , 1033 Soft , modest , meek , demure , Once join'd , the contrary she proves , a thorn Intestine , far within defensive arms A cleaving mischief , in his way to virtue Adverse and turbulent , or by ber charms -1010 Draws him ...
... virgin veil , 1033 Soft , modest , meek , demure , Once join'd , the contrary she proves , a thorn Intestine , far within defensive arms A cleaving mischief , in his way to virtue Adverse and turbulent , or by ber charms -1010 Draws him ...
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Angels Arethuse arms aught behold bright call'd canst Chor Comus Dagon dark death deeds delight deliverance didst divine dost doth dread dwell earth Egypt enemies eyes fair fame father fear feast flow'r foes foul Gath giv'n glorious glory Gods grace hand hath head hear heard heart Heav'n heav'nly holy honour Israel Jehovah Jesus Judea king kingdom lady light Locrine Lord loud Lycidas Manoah morn mortal Muse Nazarite never night numbers Nymphs o'er once PARADISE REGAINED Parthian peace Philistines pow'r praise prophets PSALM quire reign reply'd river Jordan round Sams Samson Satan Saviour seek shades shalt shame shepherd sight sing Son of God song soon soul spake Spirit stood strength sung sweet Tempter thee thence thine things thou art thou hast thought throne thyself truth vex'd virgin virtue voice wilt winds wings wood
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Seite 199 - Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due: For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer: Who would not sing for Lycidas? he knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear.
Seite 195 - 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.
Seite 75 - Tragedy, as it was anciently composed, hath been ever held the gravest, moralest, and most profitable of all other poems: therefore said by Aristotle to be of power, by raising pity and fear, or terror, to purge the mind of those and suchlike passions, that is, to temper and reduce them to just measure with a kind of delight, stirred up by reading or seeing those passions well imitated.
Seite 217 - The lily and rose, that neither sow'd nor spun. What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, Of Attic taste, with wine, whence we may rise To hear the lute well touch'd, or artful voice Warble immortal notes and Tuscan air ? He who of those delights can judge, and spare To interpose them oft, is not unwise.
Seite 192 - Thee, chauntress, oft, the woods among I woo, to hear thy even-song; And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green...
Seite 203 - Where the great Vision of the guarded Mount Looks toward Namancos and Bayona's hold; Look homeward Angel now, and melt with ruth : And, O ye Dolphins, waft the hapless youth.
Seite 202 - 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.
Seite 184 - 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...
Seite 191 - Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys! Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
Seite 202 - 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.