The Poetical Works of John Milton ...Jones & Company, 1824 - 131 páginas |
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... praise could they receive ? What pleasure I from such obedience paid , When will and reason ( reason also is choice ) ... praises , with th ' innumerable sound Of hymns and sacred songs , wherewith thy throne Encompass'd shall resound thee ...
... praise could they receive ? What pleasure I from such obedience paid , When will and reason ( reason also is choice ) ... praises , with th ' innumerable sound Of hymns and sacred songs , wherewith thy throne Encompass'd shall resound thee ...
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... praise Thy dread tribunal : forth with from all winds Forget , nor from thy Father's praise disjoin . " 415 The living , and forth with the cited dead Of all past ages , to the general doom Thus they in heaven , above the starry sphere ...
... praise Thy dread tribunal : forth with from all winds Forget , nor from thy Father's praise disjoin . " 415 The living , and forth with the cited dead Of all past ages , to the general doom Thus they in heaven , above the starry sphere ...
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... praise Suitable grace diffus'd , so well he feign'd : The more it seems excess , that led thee hither Under a coronet his flowing hair 640 From thy empyreal mansion thus alone , In curls on either cheek play'd ; wings he wore To witness ...
... praise Suitable grace diffus'd , so well he feign'd : The more it seems excess , that led thee hither Under a coronet his flowing hair 640 From thy empyreal mansion thus alone , In curls on either cheek play'd ; wings he wore To witness ...
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... praise , • Wo to th ' inhabitants on earth ” that now , 5 The easiest recompense , and pay him thanks , While time was , our first parents had been warn'd How due ! yet all his good prov'd ill in me , The coming of their secret foe ...
... praise , • Wo to th ' inhabitants on earth ” that now , 5 The easiest recompense , and pay him thanks , While time was , our first parents had been warn'd How due ! yet all his good prov'd ill in me , The coming of their secret foe ...
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... praise . Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen , both when we wake , and when we sleep : All these with ceaseless praise his works behold Both day and night . How often , from the steep 680 Of echoing hill , or thicket ...
... praise . Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen , both when we wake , and when we sleep : All these with ceaseless praise his works behold Both day and night . How often , from the steep 680 Of echoing hill , or thicket ...
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ACTON PLACE Æneid angels Arion arms beauty behold beneath bless'd bliss bosom breast breath bright charms clouds Dagon dark death deep delight divine dread dwell earth eternal fair fame fancy fear fire fix'd flame flowers glory grace Greece grove hand happy hast hath heard heart heaven hell hills honour hope JULIUS CÆSAR king labour light live Lord lyre mind Muse Naiads nature nature's never night numbers nymph o'er once pain Palemon PARADISE LOST peace PINDAR plain pleasure praise rage rapture reign rills rise Rodmond round sacred Satan scene seem'd shade shine shore sight smile soft song soon soul spirit stood stream sweet taste tempest thee thence thine things thou thought throne toil tongue trembling truth Twas vale vellum vex'd virtue voice wave whence wild wind wings wonder youth
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Página 110 - I hear the far-off curfew sound, Over some wide-water'd shore, Swinging slow with sullen roar: Or, if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom; Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the belman's drowsy charm, To bless the doors from nightly harm...
Página 102 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away. And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? — it was — Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown. May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more ! Thy maidens, grieved themselves at my concern, Oft gave me promise of thy quick return.
Página 102 - All this, and more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall, Ne'er roughen'd by those cataracts and breaks, That humour interposed too often makes; All this still legible in memory's page, And still to be so to my latest age...
Página 118 - Bid Amaranthus all his beauty shed, And Daffadillies 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.
Página 8 - Thither no more the peasant shall repair To sweet oblivion of his daily care; No more the farmer's news, the barber's tale, No more the woodman's ballad shall prevail; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear, Relax his ponderous strength, and lean to hear...
Página 8 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Página 44 - Yet when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best...
Página 94 - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay; And there he threw the Wash about On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play. At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wondering much To see how he did ride. "Stop, stop, John Gilpin!— Here's the house !" They all at once did cry; "The dinner waits, and we are tired;"— Said Gilpin, "So am I!
Página 9 - Where the dark scorpion gathers death around; Where at each step the stranger fears to wake The rattling terrors of the vengeful snake ; Where crouching tigers wait their hapless prey, And savage men more murderous still than they; While oft in whirls the mad tornado flies, Mingling the ravaged landscape with the skies.
Página 117 - Had ye been there, for what could that have done? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself for her enchanting son, Whom universal nature did lament...