The Poetical Works of John Milton, Band 3Little, Brown, 1853 |
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... live , dead more than half . O dark , dark , dark , amid the blaze of noon , Irrecoverably dark , total eclipse Without all hope of day ! O first created beam , and thou great Word , ' Let there be light , and light was over all ; ' Why ...
... live , dead more than half . O dark , dark , dark , amid the blaze of noon , Irrecoverably dark , total eclipse Without all hope of day ! O first created beam , and thou great Word , ' Let there be light , and light was over all ; ' Why ...
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... live a life half dead , a living death , And buried ; but O yet more miserable ! Myself my sepulchre , a moving grave , Buried , yet not exempt . By privilege of death and burial From worst of other evils , pains , and wrongs , But made ...
... live a life half dead , a living death , And buried ; but O yet more miserable ! Myself my sepulchre , a moving grave , Buried , yet not exempt . By privilege of death and burial From worst of other evils , pains , and wrongs , But made ...
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... live uxorious to thy will In perfect thraldom , how again betray me , Bearing my words and doings to the lords To gloss upon , and censuring , frown or smile ? This gaol I count the house of liberty 945 To thine , whose doors my feet ...
... live uxorious to thy will In perfect thraldom , how again betray me , Bearing my words and doings to the lords To gloss upon , and censuring , frown or smile ? This gaol I count the house of liberty 945 To thine , whose doors my feet ...
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... live the poorest in my tribe , than richest , And he in that calamitous prison left . No , I am fix'd not to part hence without him . For his redemption all my patrimony , If need be , I am ready to forego 1480 And quit : not wanting ...
... live the poorest in my tribe , than richest , And he in that calamitous prison left . No , I am fix'd not to part hence without him . For his redemption all my patrimony , If need be , I am ready to forego 1480 And quit : not wanting ...
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... lives . 1705 MAN . Come , come , no time for lamentation now , Nor much more cause : Samson hath quit himself Like Samson , and heroically hath finish'd A life heroic , on his enemies 1710 1713 Fully reveng'd , hath left them years of ...
... lives . 1705 MAN . Come , come , no time for lamentation now , Nor much more cause : Samson hath quit himself Like Samson , and heroically hath finish'd A life heroic , on his enemies 1710 1713 Fully reveng'd , hath left them years of ...
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aëre agni Amor Amphiaraus ANTISTROPHE atque Benlowes's Theophila bright carmina CHOR choro cœli cœlo Comus Dagon dark death Deos didst divine domino jam domum impasti dost doth Du Bartas earth enemies etiam Euripides eyes fair feast foes fræna glory habet Hæc hand hath hear heav'n honour igne illa ille inchanter ipse Israel jam non vacat Jove Lady Locrine Lord lumina Lycidas mihi Milton modo mortal Newton night numina Nunc o'er Olympo Ovid peace Philistines Poems pow'r praise PSALM quæ quam quid quis quod quoque sæpe SAMS Samson shades Shakesp Shepherd sibi sing song soul strength sweet Sylvester's Du Bartas tamen thee Theophila thine thou art thou hast thought thyself tibi Todd Tu quoque ulmo urbe Virg virgin virtue Warton wilt winds
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Seite 146 - Thus done the tales, to bed they creep, By whispering winds soon lull'd asleep. Tower'd cities please us then, And the busy hum of men, Where throngs of knights and barons bold, In weeds of peace, high triumphs hold...
Seite 124 - 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 10 Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
Seite 125 - And all their echoes, mourn. The willows and the hazel copses green Shall now no more be seen Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the canker to the rose...
Seite 142 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Seite 147 - 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...
Seite 10 - To daily fraud, contempt, abuse and wrong, Within doors, or without, still as a fool, In power of others, never in my own ; Scarce half I seem to live, dead more than half. O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day! O first created beam, and thou great Word, Let there be light, and light was over all; Why am I thus bereaved thy prime decree?
Seite 170 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears (If ye have power to touch our senses so), And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the bass of heaven's deep organ blow; And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Seite 93 - Peace, brother: be not over-exquisite To cast the fashion of uncertain evils; For, grant they be so, while they rest unknown, What need a man forestall his date of grief, And run to meet what he would most avoid?
Seite 87 - Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment? Sure something holy lodges in that breast, And with these raptures moves the vocal air To testify his hidden residence...
Seite 144 - And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures Whilst the landscape round it measures; Russet lawns, and fallows gray, Where the nibbling flocks do stray; Mountains, on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest ; Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks, and rivers wide: Towers and battlements it sees Bosom'd high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some Beauty lies, The Cynosure of neighbouring eyes.