The Poetical Works of John MiltonH. Milford, Oxford University Press, 1900 - 554 pages |
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Page ix
... Hath honourd me according to his will . Therefore to mee thir doom he hath assig'n'd . In the Son's speech offering himself as Redeemer ( iii . 227-249 ) where the pronoun all through is markedly emphasized , it is printed mee the first ...
... Hath honourd me according to his will . Therefore to mee thir doom he hath assig'n'd . In the Son's speech offering himself as Redeemer ( iii . 227-249 ) where the pronoun all through is markedly emphasized , it is printed mee the first ...
Page xvi
... hath made me diligent to collect , and set forth such Peeces both in Prose and Vers as may renew the wonted honour and esteem of our English tongue : and it's the worth of these both English and Latin Poems , not the flourish of any ...
... hath made me diligent to collect , and set forth such Peeces both in Prose and Vers as may renew the wonted honour and esteem of our English tongue : and it's the worth of these both English and Latin Poems , not the flourish of any ...
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... Hath took no print of the approching light , And all the spangled host keep watch in squadrons bright ? 10 20 IV See how from far upon the Eastern rode The ( 1 ) B MISCELLANEOUS POEMS- ON THE MORNING OF CHRISTS NATIVITY.
... Hath took no print of the approching light , And all the spangled host keep watch in squadrons bright ? 10 20 IV See how from far upon the Eastern rode The ( 1 ) B MISCELLANEOUS POEMS- ON THE MORNING OF CHRISTS NATIVITY.
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... Hath left in shadows dred , His burning Idol all of blackest hue , In vain with Cymbals ring , They call the grisly king , In dismall dance about the furnace blue ; 210 The brutish gods of Nile as fast , Isis and Orus , and the Dog ...
... Hath left in shadows dred , His burning Idol all of blackest hue , In vain with Cymbals ring , They call the grisly king , In dismall dance about the furnace blue ; 210 The brutish gods of Nile as fast , Isis and Orus , and the Dog ...
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... Hath laid her Babe to rest . Time is our tedious Song should here have ending , Heav'ns youngest teemed Star , Hath fixt her polisht Car , Her sleeping Lord with Handmaid Lamp attending : And all about the Courtly Stable , Bright ...
... Hath laid her Babe to rest . Time is our tedious Song should here have ending , Heav'ns youngest teemed Star , Hath fixt her polisht Car , Her sleeping Lord with Handmaid Lamp attending : And all about the Courtly Stable , Bright ...
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Adam agni amorous Angels Arms Battel behold bliss brest bright call'd Chor Clouds Comus Dagon dark dayes Death deeds deep delight didst Divine doth dwell e're Earth Eternal evil eyes fair fantastick farr Father fear foul Fruit gastly giv'n glory Gods grace Hæc hand happie hast hath heard Heav'n heav'nly Hell highth Hill honour Israel JOHN MILTON King light live Lord Lycidas malè mihi Morn mortal night numina Nymphs o're Paradise PARADISE LOST Paradise Regain'd peace praise PSAL quæ rais'd repli'd round Samson Agonistes Satan seat seemd Serpent shades shalt shew sight Skie Son of God Song soon soul spake Spirit Starrs stood strength sweet taste thee thence thine things thir thou art thou hast thought Throne tibi Tree vertue wandring Warr winds wings World
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Page 256 - When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening" mild; then silent night With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train...
Page 40 - Built in th'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 inscrib'd with woe. "Ah; Who hath reft" (quoth he) "my dearest pledge?
Page 177 - A dungeon horrible on all sides round, As one great furnace flam'd ; yet from those flames No light ; but rather darkness visible Serv'd only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell ; hope never comes, That comes to all ; but torture without end Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed With ever-burning sulphur unconsumed...
Page 42 - Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves, Where other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Page 42 - 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 170 Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Page 41 - Lycid lies. For so to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise. Ay me ! Whilst thee the shores, and sounding Seas Wash far away, where'er thy bones are hurl'd, Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world ; Or whether thou to our moist vows denied, Sleep'st by the fable of Bellerus...
Page 39 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days ; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.
Page 182 - Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views At evening from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, Rivers, or mountains in her spotty globe. His spear, to equal which the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills, to be the mast Of some great ammiral, were but a wand...
Page 270 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ! thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair: thyself how wondrous then, Unspeakable ! who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Page 61 - How charming is divine Philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets, Where no crude surfeit reigns.