The poetical works of John Milton, with illustr. by E.H. Corbould and J. Gilbert1864 |
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... less charac- teristic of all the poetic productions of this period of retire- ment ; the Arcades , the Lycidas , L'Allegro , and Il Penseroso , were all written within these five years ; and the reader who peruses them for the first ...
... less charac- teristic of all the poetic productions of this period of retire- ment ; the Arcades , the Lycidas , L'Allegro , and Il Penseroso , were all written within these five years ; and the reader who peruses them for the first ...
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... bride sought permission to spend the rest of the summer with her friends in Oxfordshire . The request is scarcely less singular than the immediate compliance it met with . The period of Michaelmas was fixed for her 12 Life of John Milton .
... bride sought permission to spend the rest of the summer with her friends in Oxfordshire . The request is scarcely less singular than the immediate compliance it met with . The period of Michaelmas was fixed for her 12 Life of John Milton .
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... less than friends manifested their sense of its power . It publicly burned at Paris and Toulouse . It was translated into Dutch for the special benefit of the countrymen of Sal- masius , to his own extreme vexation ; and while the ...
... less than friends manifested their sense of its power . It publicly burned at Paris and Toulouse . It was translated into Dutch for the special benefit of the countrymen of Sal- masius , to his own extreme vexation ; and while the ...
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... less " Than such could have o'erpowered such force as ours ) " Have left us this our spirit and strength entire , 66 Strongly to suffer and support our pains ? " That we may so suffice his vengeful ire ; " Or do him mightier service ...
... less " Than such could have o'erpowered such force as ours ) " Have left us this our spirit and strength entire , 66 Strongly to suffer and support our pains ? " That we may so suffice his vengeful ire ; " Or do him mightier service ...
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... less than he " Whom thunder hath made greater ? Here at least “ We shall be free ; the Almighty hath not built " Here for his envy ; will not drive us hence : " Here we may reign secure ; and in my choice " To reign is worth ambition ...
... less than he " Whom thunder hath made greater ? Here at least “ We shall be free ; the Almighty hath not built " Here for his envy ; will not drive us hence : " Here we may reign secure ; and in my choice " To reign is worth ambition ...
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Adam angels answered appear arms behold bright bring brought called cause cloud comes dark death deep delight divine dread dwell Earth evil eyes fair faith fall Father fear fell fire force fruit give glory gods grace hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven Hell hill honour hope king land leave less light live look Lord lost mind morn move nature never night once pain Paradise passed peace perhaps praise reason receive reign replied rest rise round Satan seat seek seemed side sight sons soon spake spirits stand stood strength sweet taste thee thence things thou thought throne till tree turned virtue voice wide winds wings wonder
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494 ページ - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he, returning, chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
446 ページ - To hear the lark begin his flight, And, singing, startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise ; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow, Through the sweet-briar or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
78 ページ - 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...
459 ページ - 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, Or taint-worm to the weanling herds that graze, Or frost to flowers, that their gay wardrobe wear, When first the white-thorn blows ; Such, Lycidas, thy loss to shepherd's ear.
459 ページ - Closed o'er the head of your loved Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream. Ay me, I fondly dream ! Had ye been there, for what could that have done?
23 ページ - Less than archangel ruined, and the excess Of glory obscured ; as when the sun, new risen, Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams, or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
460 ページ - But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.
483 ページ - SONG ON MAY MORNING. 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 thee long.
461 ページ - That to the faithful herdman's art belongs! What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw; The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But swol'n 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.
446 ページ - Where the great Sun begins his state Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.