The poetical works of John Milton, with illustr. by E.H. Corbould and J. Gilbert1864 |
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... when circumstances seemed to require it , and , though not without some danger , he re- turned home in safety , with his mind stored with enlarged views , and his imagination filled with the grandeur and 10 Life of John Milton .
... when circumstances seemed to require it , and , though not without some danger , he re- turned home in safety , with his mind stored with enlarged views , and his imagination filled with the grandeur and 10 Life of John Milton .
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... seemed to be astonished at the genius thus displayed by one unknown before , and whose work did not win its way to public estimation by the gradual steps of a literary fame , but burst upon it at once with a blaze of splen- dour . " The ...
... seemed to be astonished at the genius thus displayed by one unknown before , and whose work did not win its way to public estimation by the gradual steps of a literary fame , but burst upon it at once with a blaze of splen- dour . " The ...
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... seemed rapidly approaching , at length urged him to make a last effort in the cause of liberty ; and he pub- lished , almost immediately before the Restoration had been determined on by the leaders that now assumed the govern- ment , an ...
... seemed rapidly approaching , at length urged him to make a last effort in the cause of liberty ; and he pub- lished , almost immediately before the Restoration had been determined on by the leaders that now assumed the govern- ment , an ...
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... seemed In bigness to surpass Earth's giant sons , Now less than smallest dwarfs , in narrow room Throng numberless , like that Pygmëan race Beyond the Indian mount ; or fairy elves , Whose midnight revels , by a forest - side , Or ...
... seemed In bigness to surpass Earth's giant sons , Now less than smallest dwarfs , in narrow room Throng numberless , like that Pygmëan race Beyond the Indian mount ; or fairy elves , Whose midnight revels , by a forest - side , Or ...
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... seemed For dignity composed and high exploit : But all was false and hollow ; though his tongue Dropt manna , and could make the worse appear The better reason , to perplex and dash Maturest councils ; for his thoughts were low : To ...
... seemed For dignity composed and high exploit : But all was false and hollow ; though his tongue Dropt manna , and could make the worse appear The better reason , to perplex and dash Maturest councils ; for his thoughts were low : To ...
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Adam angels archangel arms Asmodai aught beast behold Belial bliss bright burning lake Cherub Cherubim Chor cloud Comus creatures Dagon dark death deeds deep delight divine dread dwell Earth eternal evil eyes fair Fair angel Father fear fire flowers fruit glory gods grace hand happy hast hath head heard heart Heaven heavenly Hell hill honour hope Israel king lest light live Lord lost Lycidas mankind Manoah Messiah mind morn mortal nigh night Nymphs o'er pain Paradise Paradise Lost Parthian peace Philistines praise reign replied round Samson sapience Satan scape seat seemed serpent shade shalt sight Son of God song soon spake spirits stars stood strength sweet taste temper thee thence thine things thither thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tree virtue voice whence winds wings wonder
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495 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?
448 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...
80 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...
461 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.
461 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?
25 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.
462 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.
485 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.
463 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.
448 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.