The Poetical Works of John Milton, Volume 2Hilliard, Gray, 1834 |
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... voice I heard , here with him at this fountain talk'd : So many grateful altars I would rear Of grassy turf , and pile up every stone 310 weary ] So Hor . Od . i . ii . 26. ' Prece qua fatigent . ' Todd . 320 Of lustre from the brook ...
... voice I heard , here with him at this fountain talk'd : So many grateful altars I would rear Of grassy turf , and pile up every stone 310 weary ] So Hor . Od . i . ii . 26. ' Prece qua fatigent . ' Todd . 320 Of lustre from the brook ...
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... voice of God To mortal ear is dreadful : they beseech That Moses might report to them his will , And terror cease ; he grants what they besought , Instructed that to God is no access Without mediator , whose high office now Moses in ...
... voice of God To mortal ear is dreadful : they beseech That Moses might report to them his will , And terror cease ; he grants what they besought , Instructed that to God is no access Without mediator , whose high office now Moses in ...
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... voice commanding , Sun in Gibeon stand , 265 And thou moon in the vale of Aialon , Till Israel overcome ; so call the third From Abraham , son of Isaac , and from him His whole descent , who thus shall Canaan win . Here Adam interpos'd ...
... voice commanding , Sun in Gibeon stand , 265 And thou moon in the vale of Aialon , Till Israel overcome ; so call the third From Abraham , son of Isaac , and from him His whole descent , who thus shall Canaan win . Here Adam interpos'd ...
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... voice From heav'n pronounc'd him his beloved Son . That heard the adversary , who , roving still About the world , at that assembly fam'd Would not be last , and , with the voice divine Nigh thunder - struck , th ' exalted man , to whom ...
... voice From heav'n pronounc'd him his beloved Son . That heard the adversary , who , roving still About the world , at that assembly fam'd Would not be last , and , with the voice divine Nigh thunder - struck , th ' exalted man , to whom ...
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... voice I heard , This is my Son belov'd , in him am pleas'd . His mother then is mortal , but his sire He who obtains the monarchy of heav'n ; And what will he not do to advance his Son ? His first - begot we know , and sore have felt ...
... voice I heard , This is my Son belov'd , in him am pleas'd . His mother then is mortal , but his sire He who obtains the monarchy of heav'n ; And what will he not do to advance his Son ? His first - begot we know , and sore have felt ...
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Adam agni Amor angel ANTISTROPHE atque behold Bentl bright call'd CHOR choro cloud Comus Dagon dark death deeds divine domino jam domum impasti dost doth Du Bartas Dunster dwell earth edition enemies Euripides eyes fair faith fame father fear feast foes fræna glory Hæc hand hath heard heav'n holy honour igne illa ille ipse Israel jam non vacat king Lord Lycidas mihi Milton's mortal Newton night numbers numina nunc o'er Olympo Ovid paradise peace Philistines Poems pow'r praise PSALM quæ quam quid quoque sæpe SAMS Samson Saviour Shakesp shalt sight sing Son of God song soul spirits strength sweet Sylvester's Du Bartas thee thence thine things thou art thou hast thought throne tibi Todd Tu quoque ulmo Virg virtue Warton wilt words
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Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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?
Página 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.
Página 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.