The Poetical Works of John Milton: English and Latin, Volume 2Bell, 1892 - 1 pages |
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... hope the lines may be satisfactory . It is difficult to put all that could be said of Milton in four lines . How very beautiful and noble thy benefactions are ! Every one is a * Book i . 315 ; ix . 198 ; i . 2 ; xii . 649 . + Book i ...
... hope the lines may be satisfactory . It is difficult to put all that could be said of Milton in four lines . How very beautiful and noble thy benefactions are ! Every one is a * Book i . 315 ; ix . 198 ; i . 2 ; xii . 649 . + Book i ...
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... hope 121 Things not revealed , which the invisible King , Only omniscient , hath suppressed in night , To none communicable in earth or Heaven . Enough is left besides to search and know . But Knowledge is as food , and needs no less ...
... hope 121 Things not revealed , which the invisible King , Only omniscient , hath suppressed in night , To none communicable in earth or Heaven . Enough is left besides to search and know . But Knowledge is as food , and needs no less ...
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... hope of thy reply . For , while I sit with thee , I seem in Heaven ; And sweeter thy discourse is to my ear Than fruits of palm - tree pleasantest to thirst And hunger both , from labour , at the hour Of sweet repast ; they satiate ...
... hope of thy reply . For , while I sit with thee , I seem in Heaven ; And sweeter thy discourse is to my ear Than fruits of palm - tree pleasantest to thirst And hunger both , from labour , at the hour Of sweet repast ; they satiate ...
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... hope , behold her , not far off , Such as I saw her in my dream , adorned With what all earth or Heaven could bestow To make her amiable . On she came , Led by her heavenly Maker , though unseen , And guided by his voice , nor ...
... hope , behold her , not far off , Such as I saw her in my dream , adorned With what all earth or Heaven could bestow To make her amiable . On she came , Led by her heavenly Maker , though unseen , And guided by his voice , nor ...
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... good to me becomes Bane , and in Heaven much worse would be my state . But neither here seek I , no , nor in Heaven To dwell , unless by mastering Heaven's Su- preme ; Nor hope to be myself less miserable 131 By what 54 MILTON'S POEMS .
... good to me becomes Bane , and in Heaven much worse would be my state . But neither here seek I , no , nor in Heaven To dwell , unless by mastering Heaven's Su- preme ; Nor hope to be myself less miserable 131 By what 54 MILTON'S POEMS .
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Adam aëre agni amorous Angel ANTISTROPHE Atque aught beast behold cæli cælo choro cloud Dagon dark death deeds delight Deûm divine domino jam domum impasti dwell earth enemies evil eyes fair Father fear fræna fruit glory ground Hæc hand hath heard heart Heaven heavenly Hell hither honour igne ille ipse jam non vacat Jesus JOHN MILTON kings labour lest light live Lord lost malè mankind mihi Milton Milton's Cottage miserable nigh night numbers numina Nunc Olympo Paradise PARADISE LOST PARADISE REGAINED peace Philistines Phoebe quæ quid quoque replied sæpe Sams Samson sapience Satan Saviour serpent shame sight Son of God soon spake Spirit stood strength sweet taste Tempter thee thence thine things thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi tree Tu quoque ulmo virtue voice wonder
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Page 97 - Thou shalt not eat of it: cursed is the ground for thy sake; in sorrow shalt thou eat of it all the days of thy life; thorns also and thistles shall it bring forth to thee; and thou shalt eat the herb of the field. In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground; for out of it wast thou taken: for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.
Page 323 - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast ; no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame ; nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
Page 4 - Urania, and fit audience find, though few. But drive far off the barbarous dissonance Of Bacchus and his revellers, the race Of that wild rout that tore the Thracian Bard In Rhodope, where woods and rocks had ears To rapture, till the savage clamour drowned Both harp and voice ; nor could the Muse defend Her son.
Page 254 - Wise men have said, are wearisome ; who reads Incessantly, and to his reading brings not A spirit and judgment equal or superior, (And what he brings what needs he elsewhere seek?) Uncertain and unsettled still remains, Deep versed in books, and shallow in himself, Crude or intoxicate, collecting toys And trifles for choice matters, worth a sponge ; As children gathering pebbles on the shore.
Page 229 - They err who count it glorious to subdue By conquest far and wide, to overrun Large countries, and in field great battles win, Great cities by assault : what do these worthies But rob and spoil, burn, slaughter, and enslave Peaceable nations, neighbouring or remote, Made captive, yet deserving freedom more Than those their conquerors, who leave behind Nothing but ruin wheresoe'er they rove, And all the flourishing works of peace destroy...
Page 33 - That, not to know at large of things remote From use, obscure and subtle ; but, to know That which before us lies in daily life, Is the prime wisdom : What is more, is fume, Or emptiness, or fond impertinence : And renders us, in things that most concern, Unpractis'd, unprepar'd, and still to seek.
Page 58 - Labour as to debar us when we need Refreshment, whether food, or talk between — Food of the mind — or this sweet intercourse Of looks and smiles ; for smiles from reason flow, To brute denied, and are of love the food — 240 Love, not the lowest end of human life.
Page 78 - To live again in these wild woods forlorn? Should God create another Eve, and I Another rib afford, yet loss of thee Would never from my heart. No, no! I feel The link of nature draw me: flesh of flesh, Bone of my bone thou art, and from thy state Mine never shall be parted, bliss or woe.
Page 3 - Half yet remains unsung, but narrower bound Within the visible Diurnal Sphere. Standing on Earth, not rapt above the pole, More safe I sing with mortal voice, unchanged To hoarse or mute, though fallen on evil days, On evil days though fallen, and evil tongues. In darkness, and with dangers compassed round, And solitude ; yet not alone, while thou Visit'st my slumbers nightly, or when Morn Purples the East.
Page 120 - Thy suppliant I beg, and clasp thy knees ; bereave me not Whereon I live, thy gentle looks, thy aid, Thy counsel in this uttermost distress, My only strength and stay. Forlorn of thee, Whither shall I betake me, where subsist ? While yet we live, scarce one short hour perhaps, Between us two let there be peace ; both joining, As joined in injuries, one enmity Against a foe by doom express assigned us, That cruel Serpent.