The Poetical Works of John Milton, Svazek 2Hilliard, Gray, 1834 |
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Strana 415
... from Nobis ' in the former line , again occurs . 9 Castalis ] Buchanan , El . 1. 2. p . 31. Grataque Phœbao Castalis unda choro . ' Warton . Concitaque arcano fervent mihi pectora motu , Et furor , ELEGIARUM LIBER . 415.
... from Nobis ' in the former line , again occurs . 9 Castalis ] Buchanan , El . 1. 2. p . 31. Grataque Phœbao Castalis unda choro . ' Warton . Concitaque arcano fervent mihi pectora motu , Et furor , ELEGIARUM LIBER . 415.
Strana 420
... choro , Sylvanusque sua cyparissi fronde revinctus , Semicaperque Deus , semideusque caper . Quæque sub arboribus Dryades latuere vetustis , Per juga , per solos expatiantur agros . Per sata luxuriat fruticetaque Mænalius Pan , Vix ...
... choro , Sylvanusque sua cyparissi fronde revinctus , Semicaperque Deus , semideusque caper . Quæque sub arboribus Dryades latuere vetustis , Per juga , per solos expatiantur agros . Per sata luxuriat fruticetaque Mænalius Pan , Vix ...
Strana 421
... choro . Naso Corallæis mala carmina misit ab agris : 5 Carmine ] The vowel made short before sc . 19 mala ] Ov . Ep . Pont . iv . ii . 20 . ' Et carmen venâ pauperiore fluit . ' Warton . 10 Non illic epulæ , non sata vitis erat . Quid ...
... choro . Naso Corallæis mala carmina misit ab agris : 5 Carmine ] The vowel made short before sc . 19 mala ] Ov . Ep . Pont . iv . ii . 20 . ' Et carmen venâ pauperiore fluit . ' Warton . 10 Non illic epulæ , non sata vitis erat . Quid ...
Strana 452
... choro ; Non hunc sacerdos novit Assyrius , licet Longos vetusti commemoret atavos Nini , Priscumque Belon , inclytumque Osiridem . Non ille trino gloriosus nomine Ter magnus Hermes , ut sit arcani sciens , Talem reliquit Isidis ...
... choro ; Non hunc sacerdos novit Assyrius , licet Longos vetusti commemoret atavos Nini , Priscumque Belon , inclytumque Osiridem . Non ille trino gloriosus nomine Ter magnus Hermes , ut sit arcani sciens , Talem reliquit Isidis ...
Strana 461
... choro notissime Phoebi ; Quandoquidem ille alium haud æquo est dignatus honore , Post Galli cineres , et Mecænatis Hetrusci . Tu quoque , si nostræ tantum valet aura Camœnæ , 5 Victrices hederas inter laurosque sedebis . Te pridem magno ...
... choro notissime Phoebi ; Quandoquidem ille alium haud æquo est dignatus honore , Post Galli cineres , et Mecænatis Hetrusci . Tu quoque , si nostræ tantum valet aura Camœnæ , 5 Victrices hederas inter laurosque sedebis . Te pridem magno ...
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Strana 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.
Strana 292 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequered shade, And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday...
Strana 278 - Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use, Of shades and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint...
Strana 281 - But, hail ! thou Goddess sage and holy ! Hail, divinest Melancholy ! Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight, And therefore to our weaker view O'erlaid with black, staid Wisdom's hue ; Black, but such as in esteem Prince Memnon's sister might beseem, Or that starred Ethiop queen that strove To set her beauty's praise above 20 The Sea-Nymphs, and their powers offended.
Strana 277 - Herdman's art belongs! What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel Pipes of wretched straw, The hungry Sheep look up, and are not fed, But swoln with wind, and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread : Besides what the grim Wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door, Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Strana 278 - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freak'd with jet, The glowing violet, 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.
Strana 292 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath thresh'd the corn That ten day-labourers could not end; Then lies him down, the lubber fiend, And, stretch'd out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength; And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Strana 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?
Strana 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.
Strana 246 - 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.