The Poetical Works of John Milton: With a Memoir, and Critical Remarks on His Genius and Writings, by James Montgomery; and One Hundred and Twenty Engravings by John Thompson, S. and T. Williams, O. Smith, J. Linton, &c., from Drawings by William Harvey, Svazek 2Tilt and Bogue, 1843 |
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Strana 15
... attent Thy wisdom , and behold thy God - like deeds ? Men generally think me much a foe To all mankind : why should I ? they to me Never did wrong or violence : by them I lost not what I lost , rather by them BOOK I. 15.
... attent Thy wisdom , and behold thy God - like deeds ? Men generally think me much a foe To all mankind : why should I ? they to me Never did wrong or violence : by them I lost not what I lost , rather by them BOOK I. 15.
Strana 16
... never more . ' 99 To whom our Saviour sternly thus replied : " Deservedly thou grievest , composed of lies From the beginning , and in lies wilt end ; Who boast'st release from hell , and leave to come Into the heaven of heavens : thou ...
... never more . ' 99 To whom our Saviour sternly thus replied : " Deservedly thou grievest , composed of lies From the beginning , and in lies wilt end ; Who boast'st release from hell , and leave to come Into the heaven of heavens : thou ...
Strana 47
... never end , so , when begin , The Father in his purpose hath decreed ; He , in whose hand all times and seasons roll . What if he hath decreed that I shall first Be tried in humble state , and things adverse , By tribulations , injuries ...
... never end , so , when begin , The Father in his purpose hath decreed ; He , in whose hand all times and seasons roll . What if he hath decreed that I shall first Be tried in humble state , and things adverse , By tribulations , injuries ...
Strana 52
... fair sight ; thy kingdom , though foretold By prophet or by angel , unless thou Endeavour , as thy father David did , Thou never shalt obtain ; prediction still In all things , and all men , supposes means 52 PARADISE REGAINED .
... fair sight ; thy kingdom , though foretold By prophet or by angel , unless thou Endeavour , as thy father David did , Thou never shalt obtain ; prediction still In all things , and all men , supposes means 52 PARADISE REGAINED .
Strana 60
... never cease , though to his shame the more ; Or as a swarm of flies in vintage time , About the wine - press where sweet must is pour'd , Beat off , returns as oft with humming sound ; Or surging waves against a solid rock , Though all ...
... never cease , though to his shame the more ; Or as a swarm of flies in vintage time , About the wine - press where sweet must is pour'd , Beat off , returns as oft with humming sound ; Or surging waves against a solid rock , Though all ...
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aëre agni Amor angels ANTISTROPHE Atque aught behold canst captive carmina choro Comus Dagon dark death deeds Deûm didst divine domino jam domum impasti dost doth dread earth enemies etiam eyes fair fame father fear feast foes fræna glorious glory gods habet Hæc hand hath hear heard heaven holy honour igne illa ille ipse Israel jam non vacat Jesus kings Lady Lord lumina Lycidas malè Manoah mihi mortal night numbers numina Nunc nymph o'er Olympo PARADISE REGAINED peace Philistines Phoebus praise PSALM Quà quæ quid quoque reign sæpe Sams Samson Satan Saviour shades shalt shame shepherd sing Son of God song soul spirits strength sweet tempter thee thence thine things thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi truth Tu quoque ulmo urbe virgin virtue voice wilt
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Strana 203 - Swinging slow with sullen roar : Or, if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom ; Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm, To bless the doors from nightly harm.
Strana 196 - 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 : While the cock, with lively din, Scatters the rear of darkness thin, And to the stack, or the barn-door, Stoutly struts his dames before: Oft listening how the hounds and horn Cheerly rouse the slumbering morn, From the side of some hoar hill, Through the high wood echoing shrill.
Strana 227 - But see, the Virgin blest Hath laid her Babe to rest, Time is, our tedious song should here have ending Heaven's youngest-teemed star Hath fix'd her polish'd car, Her sleeping Lord, with handmaid lamp, attending ; And all about the courtly stable Bright-harness'd angels sit in order serviceable.
Strana 221 - With her great master so to sympathize : It was no season then for her To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour. Only with speeches fair She woos the gentle air To hide her guilty front with innocent snow ; And on her naked shame, Pollute with sinful blame, The saintly veil of maiden white to throw; Confounded that her maker's eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities.
Strana 159 - Begin to cast a beam on the outward shape, The unpolluted temple of the mind, And turns it by degrees to the soul's essence, Till all be made immortal : but when lust, By unchaste looks, loose gestures, and foul talk, But most by lewd and lavish act of sin, Lets in defilement to the inward parts, The soul grows clotted by contagion, Imbodies, and imbrutes, till she quite lose The divine property of her first be^ ing.
Strana 197 - Hard by, a cottage chimney smokes From betwixt two aged oaks, Where Corydon and Thyrsis, met, Are at their savoury dinner set Of herbs, and other country messes Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses...
Strana 192 - 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 Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Strana 191 - 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 187 - Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year.
Strana 190 - Built in the 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 inscribed with woe.