The Poetical Works of John Milton: With a Memoir, and Critical Remarks on His Genius and Writings, by James Montgomery; and One Hundred and Twenty Engravings by John Thompson, S. and T. Williams, O. Smith, J. Linton, &c., from Drawings by William Harvey, 第 2 巻Tilt and Bogue, 1843 |
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... LADY enters . Lady . This way the noise was , if mine ear be true My best guide now : methought it was the sound Of riot and ill - managed merriment , Such as the jocund flute , or gamesome pipe , Stirs up among the loose unletter'd ...
... LADY enters . Lady . This way the noise was , if mine ear be true My best guide now : methought it was the sound Of riot and ill - managed merriment , Such as the jocund flute , or gamesome pipe , Stirs up among the loose unletter'd ...
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... lady , hath bereft you Lady . Dim darkness , and this leafy labyrinth . Comus . Could that divide you from near - ushering guides ? turf . Lady . They left me , weary , on a grassy Comus . By falsehood , or discourtesy , or why ? Lady ...
... lady , hath bereft you Lady . Dim darkness , and this leafy labyrinth . Comus . Could that divide you from near - ushering guides ? turf . Lady . They left me , weary , on a grassy Comus . By falsehood , or discourtesy , or why ? Lady ...
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... lady , to a low But loyal cottage , where you may be safe Till further quest . Lady . Shepherd , I take thy word , And trust thy honest - offer'd courtesy , Which oft is sooner found in lowly sheds , With smoky rafters , than in ...
... lady , to a low But loyal cottage , where you may be safe Till further quest . Lady . Shepherd , I take thy word , And trust thy honest - offer'd courtesy , Which oft is sooner found in lowly sheds , With smoky rafters , than in ...
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... lady , where is she ? How chance she is not in your company ? First Br . To tell thee sadly , shepherd , without blame , Or our neglect , we lost her as we came . Spir . Ah me unhappy ! then my fears are true . First Br . What fears ...
... lady , where is she ? How chance she is not in your company ? First Br . To tell thee sadly , shepherd , without blame , Or our neglect , we lost her as we came . Spir . Ah me unhappy ! then my fears are true . First Br . What fears ...
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... lady , your dear sister . Amazed I stood , harrow'd with grief and fear , And , O poor hapless nightingale , thought I , How sweet thou sing'st , how near the deadly snare ! Then down the lawns I ran with headlong haste , Through paths ...
... lady , your dear sister . Amazed I stood , harrow'd with grief and fear , And , O poor hapless nightingale , thought I , How sweet thou sing'st , how near the deadly snare ! Then down the lawns I ran with headlong haste , Through paths ...
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203 ページ - Swinging slow with sullen roar : Or, if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom ; Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm, To bless the doors from nightly harm.
196 ページ - 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 : While the cock, with lively din, Scatters the rear of darkness thin, And to the stack, or the barn-door, Stoutly struts his dames before: Oft listening how the hounds and horn Cheerly rouse the slumbering morn, From the side of some hoar hill, Through the high wood echoing shrill.
227 ページ - But see, the Virgin blest Hath laid her Babe to rest, Time is, our tedious song should here have ending Heaven's youngest-teemed star Hath fix'd her polish'd car, Her sleeping Lord, with handmaid lamp, attending ; And all about the courtly stable Bright-harness'd angels sit in order serviceable.
221 ページ - With her great master so to sympathize : It was no season then for her To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour. Only with speeches fair She woos the gentle air To hide her guilty front with innocent snow ; And on her naked shame, Pollute with sinful blame, The saintly veil of maiden white to throw; Confounded that her maker's eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities.
159 ページ - Begin to cast a beam on the outward shape, The unpolluted temple of the mind, And turns it by degrees to the soul's essence, Till all be made immortal : but when lust, By unchaste looks, loose gestures, and foul talk, But most by lewd and lavish act of sin, Lets in defilement to the inward parts, The soul grows clotted by contagion, Imbodies, and imbrutes, till she quite lose The divine property of her first be^ ing.
197 ページ - Hard by, a cottage chimney smokes From betwixt two aged oaks, Where Corydon and Thyrsis, met, Are at their savoury dinner set Of herbs, and other country messes Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses...
192 ページ - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
191 ページ - The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears : Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
187 ページ - Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year.
190 ページ - Built in the eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next, Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe.