The poetical works of John Milton, with illustr. by E.H. Corbould and J. Gilbert1864 |
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Strana 8
... passed to St. Paul's School , and from thence , at the age of fifteen , he proceeded to Christ's College , Cambridge , there to acquire the higher branches of education . Even thus early he gave evidence of his poetic genius , and ...
... passed to St. Paul's School , and from thence , at the age of fifteen , he proceeded to Christ's College , Cambridge , there to acquire the higher branches of education . Even thus early he gave evidence of his poetic genius , and ...
Strana 13
... passed , that he soon after received into his own house her father and mother , and several of her brothers and sisters , affording them an asylum there , and exerting all his political influence in their behalf , when they were ...
... passed , that he soon after received into his own house her father and mother , and several of her brothers and sisters , affording them an asylum there , and exerting all his political influence in their behalf , when they were ...
Strana 20
... passing of the general Act of Oblivion , his two books , the " Eiconoclastes , " and the " Defence of the People , " were publicly burnt by the common hangman . The same had been done to the latter work long before at Paris ; and now ...
... passing of the general Act of Oblivion , his two books , the " Eiconoclastes , " and the " Defence of the People , " were publicly burnt by the common hangman . The same had been done to the latter work long before at Paris ; and now ...
Strana 31
... passed over , the Poem hastes into the midst of things , presenting Satan with his Angels now fallen into Hell , described here not in the centre ( for Heaven and Earth may be supposed as yet not made , certainly not yet accursed ) ...
... passed over , the Poem hastes into the midst of things , presenting Satan with his Angels now fallen into Hell , described here not in the centre ( for Heaven and Earth may be supposed as yet not made , certainly not yet accursed ) ...
Strana 41
... passed through fire To his grim idol . Him the Ammonite Worshipped in Rabba and her watery plain , In Argob , and in Basan , to the stream Of utmost Arnon . Nor content with such Audacious neighbourhood , the wisest heart Of Solomon he ...
... passed through fire To his grim idol . Him the Ammonite Worshipped in Rabba and her watery plain , In Argob , and in Basan , to the stream Of utmost Arnon . Nor content with such Audacious neighbourhood , the wisest heart Of Solomon he ...
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Adam angels answered appear arms behold bright bring brought called cause cloud comes dark death deep delight divine dread dwell Earth evil eyes fair faith fall Father fear fell fire force fruit give glory gods grace hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven Hell hill honour hope king land leave less light live look Lord lost mind morn move nature never night once pain Paradise passed peace perhaps praise reason receive reign replied rest rise round Satan seat seek seemed side sight sons soon spake spirits stand stood strength sweet taste thee thence things thou thought throne till tree turned virtue voice wide winds wings wonder
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Strana 494 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he, returning, chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Strana 446 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And, singing, startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise ; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow, Through the sweet-briar or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
Strana 78 - Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead and ever-during dark Surrounds me...
Strana 459 - And all their echoes, mourn. The willows, and the hazel copses green, Shall now no more be seen Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the canker to the rose, Or taint-worm to the weanling herds that graze, Or frost to flowers, that their gay wardrobe wear, When first the white-thorn blows ; Such, Lycidas, thy loss to shepherd's ear.
Strana 459 - Closed o'er the head of your loved Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream. Ay me, I fondly dream ! Had ye been there, for what could that have done?
Strana 23 - Less than archangel ruined, and the excess Of glory obscured ; as when the sun, new risen, Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams, or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
Strana 460 - But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.
Strana 483 - SONG ON MAY MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Strana 461 - That to the faithful 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 swol'n 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 446 - Where the great Sun begins his state Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.