Milton & His PoetryGeorge G. Harrap & Company, 1912 - 184 Seiten |
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... blind Poet , who , in his later day , Stood almost single ; uttering odious truth Darkness before , and danger's voice behind , Soul awful - if the earth has ever lodged An awful soul - I seemed to see him here Familiarly , and in his ...
... blind Poet , who , in his later day , Stood almost single ; uttering odious truth Darkness before , and danger's voice behind , Soul awful - if the earth has ever lodged An awful soul - I seemed to see him here Familiarly , and in his ...
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... blind his dusky ey❜n ; Nor all the gods beside Longer dare abide , Not Typhon huge ending in snaky twine : Our Babe , to show His Godhead true , Can in His swaddling - bands control the damnèd crew . So , when the Sun in bed , XXVI ...
... blind his dusky ey❜n ; Nor all the gods beside Longer dare abide , Not Typhon huge ending in snaky twine : Our Babe , to show His Godhead true , Can in His swaddling - bands control the damnèd crew . So , when the Sun in bed , XXVI ...
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... blind mazes of this tangled wood ? My brothers , when they saw me wearied out With this long way , resolving here to lodge Under the spreading favour of these pines , Stepped , as they said , to the next thicket - side , To bring me ...
... blind mazes of this tangled wood ? My brothers , when they saw me wearied out With this long way , resolving here to lodge Under the spreading favour of these pines , Stepped , as they said , to the next thicket - side , To bring me ...
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... blind . Within the navel of this hideous wood , Immured in cypress shades a sorc'rer dwells , Of Bacchus and of Circè born , great Comus , Deep skilled in all his mother's witcheries ; And here to ev'ry thirsty wanderer By sly ...
... blind . Within the navel of this hideous wood , Immured in cypress shades a sorc'rer dwells , Of Bacchus and of Circè born , great Comus , Deep skilled in all his mother's witcheries ; And here to ev'ry thirsty wanderer By sly ...
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... blind Fury with th ' abhorrèd shears , And slits the thin - spun life . " But not the praise , " Phoebus replied , and touched my trembling ears ; " Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil , Nor in the glist'ring foil Set off to th ...
... blind Fury with th ' abhorrèd shears , And slits the thin - spun life . " But not the praise , " Phoebus replied , and touched my trembling ears ; " Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil , Nor in the glist'ring foil Set off to th ...
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Æneid Angel Areopagitica beauty blind bow'r Brother called character charm Church classical Comus Cromwell dark daughter Defensio delight Diodati divine doth earth Elder elegy England English epic eternal ev'n ev'ry evil eyes fair faith flocks genius Goddess Greek hast hath Heav'n ideal Il Penseroso influence inspired John Milton Jove king L'Allegro Lady learning liberty light literature live Lycidas Mark Pattison Masson Milton mind MONODY moral Muse never night noble Nymph o'er Paradise Lost Paradise Regained passage passion pastoral peace Penseroso poem poet poet's poetic poetry pow'r praise prose pure Puritan reader religious remaining Renaissance Samson Agonistes shades Shepherd sing Smectymnuus song sonnet soul spirit Stopford Brooke sweet temper thee thence things Thomas Ellwood thou thought tion tragedy verse virgin virtue William Henry Hudson wings writings young youth
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Seite 51 - 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 sunbeams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
Seite 105 - What could the muse herself that Orpheus bore, The muse herself, for her enchanting son Whom universal nature did lament, When by the rout that made the hideous roar His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore?
Seite 91 - Wherewith she sits on diamond rocks, Sleeking her soft alluring locks; By all the nymphs that nightly dance Upon thy streams with wily glance: Rise, rise, and heave thy rosy head From thy coral-paven bed, And bridle in thy headlong wave, Till thou our summons answered have. Listen and save.
Seite 52 - Less Philomel will deign a song, In her sweetest, saddest plight. Smoothing the rugged brow of night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke, Gently o'er the accustomed oak; Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy!
Seite 29 - That the mighty Pan Was kindly come to live with them below; Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep, Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep.
Seite 179 - What th' unsearchable dispose Of highest wisdom brings about, And ever best found in the close. Oft he seems to hide his face, But unexpectedly returns And to his faithful Champion hath in place Bore witness gloriously; whence Gaza mourns And all that band them to resist His uncontroulable intent, His servants he with new acquist Of true experience from this great event With peace and consolation hath dismist, And calm of mind all passion spent.
Seite 50 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Seite 169 - I modestly but freely told him ; and after some further discourse about it, I pleasantly said to him, " Thou hast said much here of Paradise Lost, but what hast thou to say of Paradise Found?
Seite 108 - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears; Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Seite 132 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.