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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... stream . 549 550 Sams . Wherever fountain or fresh current flow'd Against the eastern ray , translucent , pure With touch ethereal of Heav'n's fiery rod , I drank , from the clear milky juice allaying Thirst , and refresh'd : nor envy'd ...
... stream . 549 550 Sams . Wherever fountain or fresh current flow'd Against the eastern ray , translucent , pure With touch ethereal of Heav'n's fiery rod , I drank , from the clear milky juice allaying Thirst , and refresh'd : nor envy'd ...
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... stream With lavers pure , and cleansing herbs , wash off The clotted gore . I , with what speed the while , ( Gaza is not in plight to say us nay , ) Will send for all my kindred , all my friends , 1730 To fetch him hence , and solemnly ...
... stream With lavers pure , and cleansing herbs , wash off The clotted gore . I , with what speed the while , ( Gaza is not in plight to say us nay , ) Will send for all my kindred , all my friends , 1730 To fetch him hence , and solemnly ...
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... stream , Took in by lot ' twixt high and nether Jove Imperial rule of all the sea - girt isles , That , like to rich and various gems , inlay The unadorned bosom of the deep : Which he , to grace his tributary Gods , By course commits ...
... stream , Took in by lot ' twixt high and nether Jove Imperial rule of all the sea - girt isles , That , like to rich and various gems , inlay The unadorned bosom of the deep : Which he , to grace his tributary Gods , By course commits ...
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... stream ; And the slope sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole , Pacing toward the other goal Of his chamber in the east . Meanwhile welcome Joy , and Feast , • Midnight Shout , and Revelry , .95 100 Tipsy Dance , and Jollity ...
... stream ; And the slope sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole , Pacing toward the other goal Of his chamber in the east . Meanwhile welcome Joy , and Feast , • Midnight Shout , and Revelry , .95 100 Tipsy Dance , and Jollity ...
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... tap'stry halls 315 320 And courts of princes , where it first was nam'd , 325 And yet is most pretended : in a place 313. " Bosky bourn " .... woody stream . H Vol . II . Less warranted than this , or less secure , I COMUS . 137.
... tap'stry halls 315 320 And courts of princes , where it first was nam'd , 325 And yet is most pretended : in a place 313. " Bosky bourn " .... woody stream . H Vol . II . Less warranted than this , or less secure , I COMUS . 137.
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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.