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... once the common notion that marriages made in middle life are the happiest . His wife seems to have been a gay , com- monplace girl , fond of dancing and other trifling amuse- ments - in short , the last person fitted to be the ...
... once the common notion that marriages made in middle life are the happiest . His wife seems to have been a gay , com- monplace girl , fond of dancing and other trifling amuse- ments - in short , the last person fitted to be the ...
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... once more to his bosom . It was magnanimous conduct , although undoubtedly the scheme was pre - concerted on the part of her friends , who felt the declining state of the royal cause , who foresaw that Milton's star was soon to ...
... once more to his bosom . It was magnanimous conduct , although undoubtedly the scheme was pre - concerted on the part of her friends , who felt the declining state of the royal cause , who foresaw that Milton's star was soon to ...
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... once its powers and its mis - proportions , wearing on his brow a celestial crown blasted , and a reflection of heaven's glory obscured , with eyes like sun - smitten tarns , the chiaroscuro of which hell's flames are not able to dim ...
... once its powers and its mis - proportions , wearing on his brow a celestial crown blasted , and a reflection of heaven's glory obscured , with eyes like sun - smitten tarns , the chiaroscuro of which hell's flames are not able to dim ...
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... once his footstool , sends a flood of agony over his soul , and even one small whisper of hope , through penitence , crosses his mind , but no ! it is too late : -the earth , his prey , is in sight , he must fulfil his destiny , and ...
... once his footstool , sends a flood of agony over his soul , and even one small whisper of hope , through penitence , crosses his mind , but no ! it is too late : -the earth , his prey , is in sight , he must fulfil his destiny , and ...
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... once musical and poetic , ere committing them to his page . Much that is true , and much that is false - much sense , and much nonsense - has been written about the faults of Milton . His puns , bulls , conceits , and quibbles , we ...
... once musical and poetic , ere committing them to his page . Much that is true , and much that is false - much sense , and much nonsense - has been written about the faults of Milton . His puns , bulls , conceits , and quibbles , we ...
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Milton's Poetical Works: With Life, Critical Dissertation, and ..., Volume 1 John Milton,George Gilfillan Visualização integral - 1853 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
Adam agni Angels arm'd arms aught beast behold Belial bliss bright call'd Cherubim cloud Comus cùm Dagon dark death deep delight didst divine doth dread dwell earth eternal evil eyes fair Father fear flowers fruit glory gods grace hand happy hast hath heard heart Heaven heavenly Hell highth hill honour ipse Israel King light live Lord lost Lycidas malè Messiah mihi Milton morn mortal night numina o'er Paradise Paradise Lost Paradise Regained pass'd peace Philistines praise PSALM quæ rais'd reign replied return'd round Samson Agonistes Satan seat seem'd serpent shade shalt sight Son of God song soon soul spake Spirit St Paul's school stood strength sweet taste thee thence thine things thither thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi tree turn'd vex'd virtue voice whence winds wings wonder
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Página 123 - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Página 506 - Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies. For, so to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise; Ay me ! whilst thee the shores and sounding seas Wash far away, where'er thy bones are hurl'd, Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps, under the whelming tide, Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world...
Página 509 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull Night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled Dawn doth rise ; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good morrow, Through the sweet-briar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
Página 513 - Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys! Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
Página 502 - 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.
Página 106 - With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild ; then silent night, With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train : But neither breath of morn, when she ascends...
Página 507 - 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 26 - From heaven, they fabled, thrown by angry Jove Sheer o'er the crystal battlements : from morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, A summer's day ; and with the setting sun Dropt from the zenith like a falling star, On Lemnos the /Egean isle : thus they relate, Erring...
Página 505 - 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...
Página 22 - Above them all the archangel : but his face Deep scars of thunder had intrench'd ; and care Sat on his faded cheek, but under brows Of dauntless courage, and considerate pride Waiting revenge ; cruel his eye, but cast Signs of remorse and passion, to behold The fellows of his crime, the followers rather (Far other once beheld in bliss), condemn'd For ever now to have their lot in pain...