The Poetical Works of John Milton: With Notes and a Life of the Author, Svazek 2Hilliard, Gray, and Company, 1839 |
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Strana 14
... hast lost ; nor set thy heart , Thus over - fond , on that which is not thine : Thy going is not lonely , with thee goes Thy husband , him to follow thou art bound ; Where he abides , think there thy native soil . Adam , by this from ...
... hast lost ; nor set thy heart , Thus over - fond , on that which is not thine : Thy going is not lonely , with thee goes Thy husband , him to follow thou art bound ; Where he abides , think there thy native soil . Adam , by this from ...
Strana 15
... hast thou told Thy message , which might else in telling wound , And in performing end us ; what besides Of sorrow , and dejection , and despair , Our frailty can sustain , thy tidings bring , Departure from this happy place , our sweet ...
... hast thou told Thy message , which might else in telling wound , And in performing end us ; what besides Of sorrow , and dejection , and despair , Our frailty can sustain , thy tidings bring , Departure from this happy place , our sweet ...
Strana 16
... hast lost , brought down To dwell on even ground now . with thy sons : Yet doubt not but in valley and in plain God is as here , and will be found alike 325 memory ] So Beaum . and Fletch . D. Marriage , act ii . sc . i . ' The memory ...
... hast lost , brought down To dwell on even ground now . with thy sons : Yet doubt not but in valley and in plain God is as here , and will be found alike 325 memory ] So Beaum . and Fletch . D. Marriage , act ii . sc . i . ' The memory ...
Strana 21
... 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 stroke ...
... 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 stroke ...
Strana 24
... hast ; and for the air of youth Hopeful and cheerful , in thy blood will reign A melancholy damp of cold and dry To weigh thy spirits down , and last consume The balm of life . To whom our ancestor . Henceforth I fly not death , nor ...
... hast ; and for the air of youth Hopeful and cheerful , in thy blood will reign A melancholy damp of cold and dry To weigh thy spirits down , and last consume The balm of life . To whom our ancestor . Henceforth I fly not death , nor ...
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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 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
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 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
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 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?