The Poetical Works of John Milton, 第 3 巻Little, Brown, 1853 |
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... song between . Heretofore men in highest dignity have laboured not a little to be thought able to compose a tragedy . Of that honour Dionysius the elder was no less ambitious , 3 than before of his attaining to the tyranny . OF THAT ...
... song between . Heretofore men in highest dignity have laboured not a little to be thought able to compose a tragedy . Of that honour Dionysius the elder was no less ambitious , 3 than before of his attaining to the tyranny . OF THAT ...
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... Song of the Soul 1642 , c . iii . st . 9 . ' Our inward eyes that they be nothing bright . ' 1695 villatic ] Plin . lib . xxiii . sect . 17 . Villaticas alites . ' Richardson . In the Arabian woods imbost , That no second knows 70 ...
... Song of the Soul 1642 , c . iii . st . 9 . ' Our inward eyes that they be nothing bright . ' 1695 villatic ] Plin . lib . xxiii . sect . 17 . Villaticas alites . ' Richardson . In the Arabian woods imbost , That no second knows 70 ...
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... song . Thither shall all the valiant youth resort , And from his memory inflame their breasts To matchless valour and adventures high : The virgins also shall on feastful days Visit his tomb with flowers , only bewailing His lot ...
... song . Thither shall all the valiant youth resort , And from his memory inflame their breasts To matchless valour and adventures high : The virgins also shall on feastful days Visit his tomb with flowers , only bewailing His lot ...
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... song , From old or modern bard , in hall or bower . 45 50 Bacchus , that first from out the purple grape Crush'd the sweet poison of misused wine , After the Tuscan mariners transform'd , Coasting the Tyrrhene shore , as the winds ...
... song , From old or modern bard , in hall or bower . 45 50 Bacchus , that first from out the purple grape Crush'd the sweet poison of misused wine , After the Tuscan mariners transform'd , Coasting the Tyrrhene shore , as the winds ...
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... song , Well knows to still the wild winds when they roar , And hush the waving woods , nor of less faith , And in this office of his mountain watch , Likeliest , and nearest to the present aid Of this occasion . But I hear the tread Of ...
... song , Well knows to still the wild winds when they roar , And hush the waving woods , nor of less faith , And in this office of his mountain watch , Likeliest , and nearest to the present aid Of this occasion . But I hear the tread Of ...
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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.