Paradise Lost: With Introd., Notes, and Diagrams, Livro 1Ginn, 1886 |
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... edition ( published in 1667 ) did not contain this preface from the hand of the author . But in 1668 it was inserted in those which remained to be bound . There was added a statement by the printer as follows : - " Courteous Reader ...
... edition ( published in 1667 ) did not contain this preface from the hand of the author . But in 1668 it was inserted in those which remained to be bound . There was added a statement by the printer as follows : - " Courteous Reader ...
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... edition of Paradise Lost . ) Says Keightley , " The verse of Mil- ton and the great dramatists is not decasyllabic , but five - foot ; besides the two dissyllabic feet it admits two trisyllabic , namely , the anapest ( ~ ~ — ) and the ...
... edition of Paradise Lost . ) Says Keightley , " The verse of Mil- ton and the great dramatists is not decasyllabic , but five - foot ; besides the two dissyllabic feet it admits two trisyllabic , namely , the anapest ( ~ ~ — ) and the ...
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... edition of Par . Lost ) " pointed out , was a mystical number , often used by the ancient poets , by way of a certain for an uncer- tain time . " - 51 . Crew ( Lat . crescere , to increase ; Fr. croître , to grow , crû , grown ) ...
... edition of Par . Lost ) " pointed out , was a mystical number , often used by the ancient poets , by way of a certain for an uncer- tain time . " - 51 . Crew ( Lat . crescere , to increase ; Fr. croître , to grow , crû , grown ) ...
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... ( edition of 1874 , Rivingtons ) . But ' hangs in the clouds ' is hardly an expansion of ' is high in air ' ; and Major in his edition of 1853 , says , " So the Greeks term ships out at sea μeтéwpoi , " and in confirmation he quotes ...
... ( edition of 1874 , Rivingtons ) . But ' hangs in the clouds ' is hardly an expansion of ' is high in air ' ; and Major in his edition of 1853 , says , " So the Greeks term ships out at sea μeтéwpoi , " and in confirmation he quotes ...
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With Introd., Notes, and Diagrams John Milton. Copyright , 1878 , BY HOMER B. SPRAGUE , PH.D. PRESS OF ROCKWELL AND CHURCHILL , 39 Arch St. , Boston . PREFACEЕ . THIS edition of Lycidas is designed especially for.
With Introd., Notes, and Diagrams John Milton. Copyright , 1878 , BY HOMER B. SPRAGUE , PH.D. PRESS OF ROCKWELL AND CHURCHILL , 39 Arch St. , Boston . PREFACEЕ . THIS edition of Lycidas is designed especially for.
Palavras e frases frequentes
abyss admirable Æneid Almighty amphibrach anapest ancient angels arms Beelzebub behold Belial Boeotia bright burning cæsura called centre Chaos Comus critics darkness death deep devils Dict divine edition Empyrean English epic eternal Exod Faerie Queene fiery fire flowers gates glory gods Greek Hades hath Heaven to Earth hell Hesiod highth hill Himes Himes's Homer Hudson's Iliad infernal Jerram Julius Cæsar Keightley King language Latin light Lycidas Mailing price Masson meaning Milton Moloch Mount Helicon Muse Night o'er ocean Odes Old Eng Pantheon Paradise Lost passage perhaps phrase poem poetical poetry poets Prof rebel angels region rhyme river Satan says seat seems sense Shakes Shakespeare Shakespearian song Sonnet sound space Spenser spirits Starry Universe style syllable Tartarus temple thee Theocritus thou thought throne thunder tion Univ utter vast verse VIII Virgil winds wings word
Passagens conhecidas
Página 10 - 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...
Página xxii - A dungeon horrible on all sides round As one great furnace flamed; yet from those flames No light; but rather darkness visible Served only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell...
Página 6 - 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. 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.
Página xxix - Anon out of the earth a fabric huge Rose like an exhalation, with the sound Of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet— Built like a temple, where pilasters round Were set, and Doric pillars overlaid With golden architrave; nor did there want Cornice or frieze, with bossy sculptures graven: The roof was fretted gold.
Página 8 - 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 10 Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear.
Página 29 - Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength...
Página 12 - The mother of mankind, what time his pride Had cast him out from Heaven, with all his host Of rebel angels, by whose aid, aspiring To set himself in glory...
Página 34 - 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 19 - What hard mishap hath doomed this gentle swain? And questioned every gust of rugged wings That blows from off each beaked promontory : They knew not of his story, And sage Hippotades their answer brings, That not a blast was from his dungeon strayed, The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters played.
Página 10 - Under the opening eyelids of the morn, We drove a-field, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn, Battening our flocks with the fresh dews of night, Oft till the star that rose at evening, bright, Toward heaven's descent had sloped his westering wheel.