The Poetical Works of John Milton, 第 3 巻Little, Brown, 1853 |
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... pow'r to stir up joy as this , To life so friendly , or so cool to thirst . Why should you be so cruel to yourself , 672 julep ] Llwellyn's Poems , p . iii . ' There no cold Julep can relieve Those who in eternal fevers grieve ...
... pow'r to stir up joy as this , To life so friendly , or so cool to thirst . Why should you be so cruel to yourself , 672 julep ] Llwellyn's Poems , p . iii . ' There no cold Julep can relieve Those who in eternal fevers grieve ...
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... pow'r of Chastity , Fain would I something say , yet to what end ? Thou hast not ear , nor soul to apprehend The sbúlime notion , and high mystery , That must be utter'd to unfold the sage And serious doctrine of Virginity , 785 And ...
... pow'r of Chastity , Fain would I something say , yet to what end ? Thou hast not ear , nor soul to apprehend The sbúlime notion , and high mystery , That must be utter'd to unfold the sage And serious doctrine of Virginity , 785 And ...
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... pow'r of some adjuring verse . SONG . Sabrina fair , Listen where thou art sitting Under the glassy , cool , translucent wave , In twisted braids of lilies knitting The loose train of thy amber - dropping hair ; Listen for dear honour's ...
... pow'r of some adjuring verse . SONG . Sabrina fair , Listen where thou art sitting Under the glassy , cool , translucent wave , In twisted braids of lilies knitting The loose train of thy amber - dropping hair ; Listen for dear honour's ...
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... pow'r , what force , what mighty spell , if not Your learned hands , can loose this Gordian knot ? The next QUANTITY and QUALITY spake in prose ; then RELATION was called by his name . RIVERS , arise ; whether thou be the son 91 95 Of ...
... pow'r , what force , what mighty spell , if not Your learned hands , can loose this Gordian knot ? The next QUANTITY and QUALITY spake in prose ; then RELATION was called by his name . RIVERS , arise ; whether thou be the son 91 95 Of ...
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... pow'r to touch our senses so ; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time , 125 And let the base of heav'n's deep organ blow ; And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to th ' angelic symphony . For if such holy song ...
... pow'r to touch our senses so ; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time , 125 And let the base of heav'n's deep organ blow ; And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to th ' angelic symphony . For if such holy song ...
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146 ページ - 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...
124 ページ - 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.
125 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...
142 ページ - 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.
147 ページ - 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...
10 ページ - 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?
170 ページ - 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.
93 ページ - 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?
87 ページ - 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...
144 ページ - 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.