The Shorter Poems of John Milton: Including the Two Latin Elegies and Italian Sonnet to Diodati, and the Epitaphium DamonisMacmillan, 1898 - 299 páginas |
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Palavras e frases frequentes
agni Aldersgate Street Alluding allusion Bacchus beauty blind bright called Cambridge MSS Charles charm Church College Comus Cromwell Dæmon Damon dark daughter death delight Diodati divine domino jam domum impasti doth earth Elegy England English Faerie Queene fair father flower gentle hast hath Heaven Henry Lawes honour Il Penseroso jam non vacat John Milton King L'Allegro Lady Latin Lawes lines literature live Lord Lycidas masque Masson says mihi Milton Milton's own hand mind Muse night Nightingale noble nymphs o'er Paradise Lost Parliament pastoral Penseroso Phillips poem poet poetry praise Puritan quæ quid revealed Richard Garnett river seek your home Shakespeare shepherds sing solemn song sonnet soul Spenser spheres spirit star Stopford Brooke sweet Tennyson thee Theocritus thou thoughts are due Thyrsis tibi University Carrier Vane verse virgin virtue wife Wordsworth young youth
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Página 41 - Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Página 94 - Return, Alpheus; the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades and wanton winds and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes, That on the green turf suck the honeyed showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Página 140 - Nature, was a most gentle expresser of it : his mind and hand went together ; and what he thought, he uttered with that easiness, that we have scarce received from him a blot in his papers.
Página 75 - Yea, even that which Mischief meant most harm Shall in the happy trial prove most glory. But evil on itself shall back recoil, And mix no more with goodness, when at last Gathered like scum, and settled to itself, It shall be in eternal restless change Self-fed and self-consumed.
Página 30 - For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart Hath, from the leaves of thy unvalued book, Those Delphic lines with deep impression took; Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble, with too much conceiving; And, so sepulchred, in such pomp dost lie, That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.
Página 89 - 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.
Página 29 - Where the bright seraphim in burning row Their loud uplifted angel-trumpets blow ; And the cherubic host, in thousand quires, Touch their immortal harps of golden wires, With those just spirits that wear victorious palms, Hymns devout and holy psalms Singing everlastingly...
Página 65 - I saw them under a green mantling vine That crawls along the side of yon small hill, Plucking ripe clusters from the tender shoots ; Their port was more than human, as they stood : I took it for a faery vision Of some gay creatures of the element, That in the colours of the rainbow live, And play i
Página 43 - Thee, chauntress, oft the woods among I woo, to hear thy even-song; And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green...
Página 40 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath thresh'd the corn That ten day-labourers could not end ; Then lies him down the lubber fiend, And, stretch'd out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength ; And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.