Paradise Regain'd: A Poem, in Four Books. To which is Added Samson Agonistes: and Poems Upon Several Occasions, with a Tractate of Education. The Author John MiltonJ. and R. Tonson and S. Draper; and for T. and T. Longman, S. Birt, C. Hitch and L. Hawes, R. Ware [and 4 others in London], 1753 - 350 páginas |
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... Lady . To the Lady Margaret Ley . 224 ib . 227 228 ib . 229 On the detraction which followed upon my writing certain Treatifes . On the fame . To Mr. H. LAWES on his Airs . ib . 230 ib . On the religious memory of Mrs. Catharine Thom ...
... Lady . To the Lady Margaret Ley . 224 ib . 227 228 ib . 229 On the detraction which followed upon my writing certain Treatifes . On the fame . To Mr. H. LAWES on his Airs . ib . 230 ib . On the religious memory of Mrs. Catharine Thom ...
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... Lady , may thy grave Peace and quiet ever have ; After this thy travel fore Sweet reft feife thee evermore , That to give the world increase , Shortned haft thy own life's leafe . Here , befides the forrowing That thy noble house doth ...
... Lady , may thy grave Peace and quiet ever have ; After this thy travel fore Sweet reft feife thee evermore , That to give the world increase , Shortned haft thy own life's leafe . Here , befides the forrowing That thy noble house doth ...
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... Lady of this place . Though Syrinx your Pan's mistress were , Yet Syrinx well might wait on her . Such a rural Queen All Arcadia hath not seen . 85 99 95 100 10 $ XVI . A MASK PRESENTED At LUDLOW - CASTLE , 23 POEMS on Several OCCASIONS ...
... Lady of this place . Though Syrinx your Pan's mistress were , Yet Syrinx well might wait on her . Such a rural Queen All Arcadia hath not seen . 85 99 95 100 10 $ XVI . A MASK PRESENTED At LUDLOW - CASTLE , 23 POEMS on Several OCCASIONS ...
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... LADY . First BROTHER . Second BROTMER . SABRINA the Nymph . The chief perfons who prefented were , The Lord BRACKLY . Mr. THOMAS EGERTON his brother . The Lady ALICE EGERTON . A MASK . The first scene discovers a wild wood.
... LADY . First BROTHER . Second BROTMER . SABRINA the Nymph . The chief perfons who prefented were , The Lord BRACKLY . Mr. THOMAS EGERTON his brother . The Lady ALICE EGERTON . A MASK . The first scene discovers a wild wood.
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... Lady enters . 160 165 170 This way the noife was , if mine ear be true , My beft guide now ; methought it was the found Of riot and ill manag'd merriment , 180 Such as the jocond flute , or gamefome pipe Stirs up among the loose ...
... Lady enters . 160 165 170 This way the noife was , if mine ear be true , My beft guide now ; methought it was the found Of riot and ill manag'd merriment , 180 Such as the jocond flute , or gamefome pipe Stirs up among the loose ...
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Paradise Regain'd: A Poem in Four Books : To which is Added Samson Agonistes ... Milton Visualização integral - 1713 |
Paradise Regain'd: A Poem, in Four Books : To which is Added Samson ... Milton Visualização integral - 1759 |
Paradise Regain'd: A Poem, in Four Books. To which is Added Samson Agonistes ... John Milton Visualização integral - 1759 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
aftra againſt agni alfo Amor Atque befides beft beſt caft call'd CHOR choro Dagon darkneſs defert doft domino jam domum impafti doth earth eyes fafe fair fame fave feaſt fecret feek feem fent fhades fhall fhould fibi fide fing firft firſt foes folemn fome fong fonos foon foul fræna ftill ftrength fuch fure fweet glory Hæc hath Heav'n himſelf honor houſe Ifrael ille ipfe itſelf jam non vacat juft juſt king Lady laſt leaſt lefs loft Lord Ludlow town Lycidas malè mihi moſt muſt myſelf night numina nunc o'er Olympo PARADISE REGAIN'D pleaſure pow'r praiſe prefent PSAL quæ quid quoque reft reply'd Samfon SAMS ſhades ſhall ſtand ſtate ſtill ſtood ſtream thee thefe themſelves thence theſe thofe thoſe thou art throne thyfelf tibi Tu quoque ulmo virtue whofe worfe
Passagens conhecidas
Página 214 - 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 83 - Let there be lig;ht, and light was over all; Why am I thus bereav'd thy prime decree? The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon. When she deserts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.
Página 216 - 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. Now, Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more ; Henceforth thou art the Genius of the shore In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood.
Página 162 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks...
Página 213 - And all their echoes, mourn. The Willows, and the Hazel Copses green, Shall now no more be seen, Fanning their joyous Leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the Canker to the Rose...
Página 327 - ... the knowledge and the use of which cannot but be a great furtherance both to the enlargement of truth, and honest living with much more peace.
Página 143 - 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.
Página 329 - The end, then, of learning is to repair the ruins of our first parents by regaining to know God aright and out of that knowledge to love him, to imitate him, to be like him as we may the nearest by possessing our souls of true virtue, which being united to the heavenly grace of faith makes up the highest perfection.
Página 213 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days : But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life. But not the praise...
Página 152 - FLY, envious Time, till thou run out thy race ; Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours, Whose speed is but the heavy plummet's pace ; And glut thyself with what thy womb devours, Which is no more than what is false and vain, And merely mortal dross ; So little is our loss, So little is thy gain.