The poetical works John Milton. Repr., with memoir, notes, &c, Edição 4771873 |
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... evil , we know , in the field of this world , grow up together almost inseparably ; and the knowledge of good is so involved and interwoven with the knowledge of evil , and in so many cunning resemblances hardly to be discerned , that ...
... evil , we know , in the field of this world , grow up together almost inseparably ; and the knowledge of good is so involved and interwoven with the knowledge of evil , and in so many cunning resemblances hardly to be discerned , that ...
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... evil , and standing to the hazard of law and penalty , has no great argument to think himself reputed in the commonwealth wherein he was born for other than a fool or a foreigner . When a man writes to the world , he summons up all his ...
... evil , and standing to the hazard of law and penalty , has no great argument to think himself reputed in the commonwealth wherein he was born for other than a fool or a foreigner . When a man writes to the world , he summons up all his ...
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... evil dew , And heal the harms of thwarting thunder blue , Or what the cross dire - looking planet smites , Or hurtful worm with canker'd venom bites . When ev'ning gray doth rise , I fetch my round Over the mount , and all this hallow'd ...
... evil dew , And heal the harms of thwarting thunder blue , Or what the cross dire - looking planet smites , Or hurtful worm with canker'd venom bites . When ev'ning gray doth rise , I fetch my round Over the mount , and all this hallow'd ...
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... evil thing that walks by night , In fog , or fire , by lake , or moorish fen , Blue meagre hag , or stubborn unlaid ghost , That breaks his magic chains at curfew time , No goblin , or swart faery of the mine , Hath hurtful power o'er ...
... evil thing that walks by night , In fog , or fire , by lake , or moorish fen , Blue meagre hag , or stubborn unlaid ghost , That breaks his magic chains at curfew time , No goblin , or swart faery of the mine , Hath hurtful power o'er ...
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... evil on itself shall back recoil , And mix no more with goodness , when at last Gather'd like scum , and settled to itself , It shall be in eternal restless change Self - fed , and self - consumèd : if this fail , The pillar'd firmament ...
... evil on itself shall back recoil , And mix no more with goodness , when at last Gather'd like scum , and settled to itself , It shall be in eternal restless change Self - fed , and self - consumèd : if this fail , The pillar'd firmament ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
Adam angels appear'd arm'd arms aught beast behold bliss bright call'd Cherub Cherubim CHOR cloud Comus Dagon dark death deep delight didst divine dread dwell earth eternal ev'ning evil eyes fair faith fall'n Father fear fire flame flow'rs fruit gates glory Gods grace hand happy hast hath head heard heav'n heav'nly hell highth hill honour Israel John Milton join'd King lest Leucothea light live Locrine Lord Lord Brackley lost Lycidas Messiah Milton Moloch morn mortal night o'er pain paradise Paradise Lost peace Philistines praise Psalm reign return'd round sapience Satan seat seem'd serpent shades shalt sight Son of GOD song soon spake spirits stars stood sweet taste thee thence thine things thither thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tree turn'd vex'd virtue voice whence winds wings
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Página 482 - 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?
Página 68 - 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...
Página xiii - I know they are as lively and as vigorously productive as those fabulous dragon's teeth ; and, being sown up and down, may chance to spring up armed men. And yet, on the other hand, unless wariness be used, as good almost kill a man as kill a good book. Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image ; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself ; kills the image of God, as it were, in the eye. Many a man lives a burden to the earth ; but a good book is the precious life-blood of...
Página 22 - 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.
Página 66 - 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 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 175 - Angels: for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Página 67 - 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 70 - Before all temples the upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for thou know'st ; thou from the first Wast present, and, with mighty wings outspread, Dove-like sat'st brooding on the vast abyss, And mad'st it pregnant : what in me is dark, Illumine ; what is low, raise and support; That to the height of this great argument I may assert eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men.
Página 160 - But neither breath of morn, when she ascends With charm of earliest birds; nor rising sun On this delightful land ; nor herb, fruit, flower, Glistering with dew; nor fragrance after showers, Nor grateful evening mild; nor silent night, With this her solemn bird ; nor walk by moon, Or glittering star-light, without thee is sweet.
Página 268 - As one who, long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air, Forth issuing on a summer's morn, to breathe Among the pleasant villages and farms Adjoin'd, from each thing met conceives delight ; The smell of grain, or tedded grass, or kine, Or dairy, each rural sight, each rural sound...