The Poetical Works of John Milton: With Notes of Various Authors, Volume 6C. and J. Rivington; J. Cuthell; J. Nunn; J. and W.T. Clarke; Longman and Company ... [and 17 others], 1826 |
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... Shakspeare , Jonson , and Beaumont and Fletcher . TODD . Ver . 31. Sive decennali fœcundus lite patronus Detonat inculto barbara verba foro ; ] He probably Sæpe vafer gnato succurrit servus amanti , Et nasum rigidi ELEGIARUM LIBER . 175.
... Shakspeare , Jonson , and Beaumont and Fletcher . TODD . Ver . 31. Sive decennali fœcundus lite patronus Detonat inculto barbara verba foro ; ] He probably Sæpe vafer gnato succurrit servus amanti , Et nasum rigidi ELEGIARUM LIBER . 175.
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With Notes of Various Authors John Milton. Sæpe vafer gnato succurrit servus amanti , Et nasum rigidi fallit ubique patris ; Sæpe novos illic virgo mirata calores Quid sit amor nescit , dum quoque nescit , amat . Sive cruentatum furiosa ...
With Notes of Various Authors John Milton. Sæpe vafer gnato succurrit servus amanti , Et nasum rigidi fallit ubique patris ; Sæpe novos illic virgo mirata calores Quid sit amor nescit , dum quoque nescit , amat . Sive cruentatum furiosa ...
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... sæpe rogante deâ . Tu si jussus eras acies accire togatas , Et celer à Phoebo nuntius ire tuo ; Talis in Iliacâ stabat Cyllenius aulâ Alipes , æthereâ missus ab arce Patris : Talis et Eurybates ante ora furentis Achillei Rettulit Atridæ ...
... sæpe rogante deâ . Tu si jussus eras acies accire togatas , Et celer à Phoebo nuntius ire tuo ; Talis in Iliacâ stabat Cyllenius aulâ Alipes , æthereâ missus ab arce Patris : Talis et Eurybates ante ora furentis Achillei Rettulit Atridæ ...
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... sæpe mihi * ! 65 Ver . 64. Semper abhinc duro , nate , labore vaca . ] Rev. xiv . 13. Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from hence- forth : Yea , saith the Spirit ; for they rest from their labours . " JOHN WARTON . * Milton ...
... sæpe mihi * ! 65 Ver . 64. Semper abhinc duro , nate , labore vaca . ] Rev. xiv . 13. Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from hence- forth : Yea , saith the Spirit ; for they rest from their labours . " JOHN WARTON . * Milton ...
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... Sæpe sarissiferi crudelia pectora Thracis Supplicis ad mostas delicuere preces : Extensæque manus avertunt fulminis ictus , Placat et iratos hostia parva Deos . Jámque diu scripsisse tibi fuit impetus illi , Neve moras ultra ducere ...
... Sæpe sarissiferi crudelia pectora Thracis Supplicis ad mostas delicuere preces : Extensæque manus avertunt fulminis ictus , Placat et iratos hostia parva Deos . Jámque diu scripsisse tibi fuit impetus illi , Neve moras ultra ducere ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
allusion Amor ancient Atque Bart Buchanan called carmina cœlo Comus cùm death Defensio Deodate deûm domum impasti doth Dunster earth edit elegance Elegy English Epigram Epist epithet etiam Euripides Faer fortè Fulvio Testi Greek habet Hæc hast hath heaven Heroid Hist Homer Ibid Iliad illa ipse jam non vacat John Milton JOHN WARTON king L'Allegro Latin Leonora Leonora Baroni Lond Lord lumina Lycidas malè Manso Metam mihi Milton modò Morus Musa musick Newton Note numina Nunc observes Odyss Ovid Ovid's Paradise Lost passage perhaps Poems poet poetical poetry printed Prose-Works PSALM quæ quàm queen quid quòd quoque remarks RICHARDSON sæpe Salmasius says Shakspeare sing song Spenser stanza supr Sylvester's Tasso thee Thomas Young thou tibi Tibullus Tickell TODD translation Trist ulmo urbe verse viii Virgil WARTON written ΕΙ
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Página 376 - Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves, Where other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Página 18 - And then at last our bliss Full and perfect is, But now begins...
Página 4 - No war, or battle's sound Was heard the world around ; The idle spear and shield were high up hung ; The hooked chariot stood Unstained with hostile blood ; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng ; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by.
Página 147 - LET us, with a gladsome mind, Praise the Lord, for he is kind ; For his mercies aye endure, Ever faithful, ever sure.
Página 86 - What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones, The labour of an age in piled stones ? Or that his hallowed relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid ? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name ? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
Página 10 - Whispering new joys to the mild ocean, Who now hath quite forgot to rave, While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave. The stars, with deep amaze, Stand fix'd in steadfast gaze, Bending one way their precious influence : And will not take their flight, For all the morning light, Or Lucifer that often warn'd them thence ; But in their glimmering orbs did glow, Until their Lord himself bespake, and bid them go.
Página 54 - Touch their immortal harps of golden wires, With those just Spirits that wear victorious palms, Hymns devout and holy psalms Singing everlastingly ; That we on Earth, with undiscording voice May rightly answer that melodious noise...
Página 26 - Not Typhon huge ending in snaky twine : Our Babe, to show His Godhead true, Can in His swaddling bands control the damned crew.
Página 17 - But wisest Fate says No; This must not yet be so ; The Babe yet lies in smiling infancy That on the bitter cross Must redeem our loss; So both himself and us to glorify: Yet first, to those ychain'd in sleep The wakeful trump of doom must thunder through the deep...
Página 4 - 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 ; For so the holy sages once did sing That He our deadly forfeit should release, And with his Father work us a perpetual peace.