Paradise Regain'd: A Poem, in Four Books. To which is Added, Samson Agonistes: and Poems Upon Several OccasionsJ. Baskerville, 1759 - 390 páginas |
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... Such high atteft was giv'n , a while furvey'd With wonder , then with envy fraught and rage Flies to his place , nor refts , but in mid air To council fummons all his mighty peers , Within thick clouds and dark ten - fold involv'd , A ...
... Such high atteft was giv'n , a while furvey'd With wonder , then with envy fraught and rage Flies to his place , nor refts , but in mid air To council fummons all his mighty peers , Within thick clouds and dark ten - fold involv'd , A ...
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... round on every fide beheld A pathless defert , dufk with horrid fhades ; The way he came not having mark'd , return Was difficult , by human steps untrod ; 295 And And he ftill on was led , but with such Book I. PARADISE REGAIN'D . 15.
... round on every fide beheld A pathless defert , dufk with horrid fhades ; The way he came not having mark'd , return Was difficult , by human steps untrod ; 295 And And he ftill on was led , but with such Book I. PARADISE REGAIN'D . 15.
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... such thoughts Accompanied of things past and to come 300 Lodg'd in his breast , as well might recommend Such folitude before choiceft fociety . Full forty days he pafs'd , whether on hill Sometimes , anon in shady vale , each night ...
... such thoughts Accompanied of things past and to come 300 Lodg'd in his breast , as well might recommend Such folitude before choiceft fociety . Full forty days he pafs'd , whether on hill Sometimes , anon in shady vale , each night ...
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... , a prophet yet Infpir'd ; difdain not such access to me . To whom our Saviour with unalter'd brow . Thy coming hither , though I know thy scope , I I bid not or forbid ; do as thou find'ft 22 PARADISE REGAIN'D . Book I.
... , a prophet yet Infpir'd ; difdain not such access to me . To whom our Saviour with unalter'd brow . Thy coming hither , though I know thy scope , I I bid not or forbid ; do as thou find'ft 22 PARADISE REGAIN'D . Book I.
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... Such object hath the pow'r to soft'n and tame Severest temper , smooth the rugged'ft brow , Enerve , and with voluptuous hope diffolve , 165 Draw out with credulous defire , and lead At will the manlieft , resolutest breast , As the ...
... Such object hath the pow'r to soft'n and tame Severest temper , smooth the rugged'ft brow , Enerve , and with voluptuous hope diffolve , 165 Draw out with credulous defire , and lead At will the manlieft , resolutest breast , As the ...
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Paradise Regain'd: A Poem, in Four Books. To which is Added Samson Agonistes ... John Milton Visualização integral - 1760 |
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Palavras e frases frequentes
aftra againſt agni Amor anſwer Atque beſt call'd cauſe Chor Dagon darkneſs defert doft domino jam domum doth earth elſe eyes fair falſe fame fave feaſt feek fhades fhall fibi fing firſt foes folemn fome fong foon foul fræna ftill ftream ftrength fuch glory Hæc hath Heav'n himſelf honor houſe Ifrael ipfe jam non vacat juſt king Lady laſt leaſt lefs leſs loft Lord Lycidas malè mihi moſt Muſe muſt night numina Nunc o'er Olympo paſs pleaſe pow'r praiſe preſent PSAL quæ quid quoque raiſe reply'd reſt Samf Samfon ſee ſeek ſeems ſeen ſerve ſet ſhades ſhall ſhe ſhould ſhow ſome Son of God ſpeed ſpread ſtand ſtate ſteps ſtill ſtood ſuch ſweet thee thefe themſelves theſe thoſe thou art throne thyſelf tibi ulmo uſe verſe virtue weakneſs whoſe wilderneſs wilt worſe
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Página 200 - As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Página 166 - THIS is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring...
Página 173 - The Babe lies yet in smiling infancy, That on the bitter cross Must redeem our loss; So both Himself and us to glorify...
Página 264 - Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow, It shall be still in strictest measure even To that same lot, however mean or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven ; All is, if I have grace to use it so, As ever in my great Task-Master's eye.
Página 192 - 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, Till the livelong daylight fail...
Página 253 - The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters played. It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine.
Página 250 - 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 Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
Página 196 - But, first and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation; And the mute Silence hist along, 'Less Philomel will deign a song, In her sweetest saddest plight, Smoothing the rugged brow of Night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke Gently o'er the accustomed oak.
Página 193 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold In weeds of peace high triumphs hold 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.
Página 250 - 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.