The Poetical Works of John Milton: With Notes and a Life of the Author, Volume 2Hilliard, Gray, and Company, 1839 |
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... thou didst transgress , Defeated of his seizure many days Giv'n thee of grace , wherein thou may'st repent , And one bad act with many deeds well done May'st cover : well may then thy Lord appeas'd Redeem thee quite from death's ...
... thou didst transgress , Defeated of his seizure many days Giv'n thee of grace , wherein thou may'st repent , And one bad act with many deeds well done May'st cover : well may then thy Lord appeas'd Redeem thee quite from death's ...
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... thou know'st heaven his , and all the earth , 335 Not this rock only ; his omnipresence fills Land , sea , and air , and every kind that lives , Fomented by his virtual power and warm'd : All th ' earth he gave thee to possess and rule ...
... thou know'st heaven his , and all the earth , 335 Not this rock only ; his omnipresence fills Land , sea , and air , and every kind that lives , Fomented by his virtual power and warm'd : All th ' earth he gave thee to possess and rule ...
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... thou lead Safest thy life , and best prepar'd endure Thy mortal passage when it comes . Ascend 356 This hill , let Eve , ( for I have drench'd her eyes , ) Here sleep below , while thou to foresight wak'st , As once thou slept'st ...
... thou lead Safest thy life , and best prepar'd endure Thy mortal passage when it comes . Ascend 356 This hill , let Eve , ( for I have drench'd her eyes , ) Here sleep below , while thou to foresight wak'st , As once thou slept'st ...
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... thou hast seen In his first shape on man ; but many shapes 470 Of Death , and many are the ways that lead To his grim cave , all dismal ; yet to sense More terrible at th ' entrance than within . Some , as thou saw'st , by violent ...
... thou hast seen In his first shape on man ; but many shapes 470 Of Death , and many are the ways that lead To his grim cave , all dismal ; yet to sense More terrible at th ' entrance than within . Some , as thou saw'st , by violent ...
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... thou live , till like ripe fruit thou drop 535 Into thy mother's lap , or be with ease Gather'd , not harshly pluck'd , for death mature . This is old age ; but then thou must outlive Thy youth , thy strength , thy beauty , which will ...
... thou live , till like ripe fruit thou drop 535 Into thy mother's lap , or be with ease Gather'd , not harshly pluck'd , for death mature . This is old age ; but then thou must outlive Thy youth , thy strength , thy beauty , which will ...
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Adam agni Amor angel atque behold Bentl bright call'd CHOR choro cloud Comus Dagon dark death deeds divine domino jam domum impasti dost doth Du Bartas Dunster dwell earth edition enemies eyes fair faith fame father fear feast foes fræna glory Hæc hand hath heard heaven holy honour igne illa ille ipse Israel jam non vacat king Lord Lycidas mihi Milton's modo mortal Newton night numbers numina nunc o'er Olympo Ovid paradise peace Philistines Poems praise PSALM quæ quam quid quoque sæpe SAMS Samson Saviour Shakesp shalt Shepherd sibi sight sing Son of God song soul spirits stood strength sweet Sylvester's Du Bartas thee thence thine things thou art thou hast thought throne tibi Todd Tu quoque ulmo Virg virtue Warton wilt words
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Page 360 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Page 293 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend.
Page 283 - Spare Fast, that oft with Gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing : And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens takes his pleasure ; 50 But, first and chiefest, with thee bring, Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation...
Page 271 - 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. He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind Without the meed of some melodious tear.
Page 288 - HENCE, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy! Find out some uncouth cell Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings And the night-raven sings ; There under ebon shades, and low-brow'd rocks As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Page 64 - They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand; the gate With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms. Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide. They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.
Page 276 - Ah! who hath reft,' quoth he, 'my dearest pledge ? ' Last came and last did go, The pilot of the Galilean lake ; Two massy keys he bore, of metals twain no (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain). He shook his mitred locks, and stern bespake: ' How well could I have spared for thee young swain, Enow of such as for their bellies...
Page 283 - Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, . Most musical, most melancholy! Thee, chauntress, oft the woods among I woo, to hear thy even-song; And, missing thee, I walk unseen 65 On the dry, smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide, pathless way, 70 And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud.
Page 160 - 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?
Page 274 - Alas ! what boots it with incessant care To tend the homely, slighted, shepherd's trade And strictly meditate the thankless Muse? Were it not better done, as others use, To sport with Amaryllis in the shade, Or with the tangles of Neaera's hair?