The Poetical Works of John Milton, Band 2Hilliard, Gray, 1834 |
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... hearts , and made new flesh Regenerate grow instead , that sighs now breath'd 5 Unutterable , which the spirit of prayer Inspir'd , and wing'd for heav'n with speedier flight Than loudest oratory : yet their port Not of mean suitors ...
... hearts , and made new flesh Regenerate grow instead , that sighs now breath'd 5 Unutterable , which the spirit of prayer Inspir'd , and wing'd for heav'n with speedier flight Than loudest oratory : yet their port Not of mean suitors ...
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... heart , than those Which his own hand manuring all the trees Of paradise could have produc'd , ere fall'n From innocence . Now therefore bend thine ear To supplication , hear his sighs though mute ; Unskilful with what words to pray ...
... heart , than those Which his own hand manuring all the trees Of paradise could have produc'd , ere fall'n From innocence . Now therefore bend thine ear To supplication , hear his sighs though mute ; Unskilful with what words to pray ...
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... heart I know how variable and vain Self - left . Lest therefore his now bolder hand Reach also of the Tree of Life , and eat , 70 1133 75 80 85 90 90 And live for ever , dream at least to live For ever , to remove him I decree , And ...
... heart I know how variable and vain Self - left . Lest therefore his now bolder hand Reach also of the Tree of Life , and eat , 70 1133 75 80 85 90 90 And live for ever , dream at least to live For ever , to remove him I decree , And ...
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... heart , Methought I saw him placable and mild , Bending his ear : persuasion in me grew That I was heard with favour ; peace return'd Home to my breast , and to my memory 150 His promise , that thy seed shall bruise our foe ; 155 Which ...
... heart , Methought I saw him placable and mild , Bending his ear : persuasion in me grew That I was heard with favour ; peace return'd Home to my breast , and to my memory 150 His promise , that thy seed shall bruise our foe ; 155 Which ...
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... Heart - struck with chilling gripe of sorrow stood , That all his senses bound ; Eve , who unseen Yet all had heard , with audible lament Discover'd soon the place of her retire . O unexpected stroke , worse than of death ! Must I thus ...
... Heart - struck with chilling gripe of sorrow stood , That all his senses bound ; Eve , who unseen Yet all had heard , with audible lament Discover'd soon the place of her retire . O unexpected stroke , worse than of death ! Must I thus ...
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Adam agni Amor angel ANTISTROPHE atque behold Bentl bright call'd CHOR choro cloud Comus Dagon dark death deeds divine domino jam domum impasti dost doth Du Bartas Dunster dwell earth edition enemies Euripides eyes fair faith fame father fear feast foes fræna glory Hæc hand hath heard heav'n holy honour igne illa ille ipse Israel jam non vacat king Lord Lycidas mihi Milton's mortal Newton night numbers numina nunc o'er Olympo Ovid paradise peace Philistines Poems pow'r praise PSALM quæ quam quid quoque sæpe SAMS Samson Saviour Shakesp shalt sight sing Son of God song soul spirits strength sweet Sylvester's Du Bartas thee thence thine things thou art thou hast thought throne tibi Todd Tu quoque ulmo Virg virtue Warton wilt words
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Seite 288 - HENCE, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy! Find out some uncouth cell Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings And the night-raven sings ; There under ebon shades, and low-brow'd rocks As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Seite 292 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequered shade, And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday...
Seite 278 - 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...
Seite 281 - But, hail ! thou Goddess sage and holy ! Hail, divinest Melancholy ! Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight, And therefore to our weaker view O'erlaid with black, staid Wisdom's hue ; Black, but such as in esteem Prince Memnon's sister might beseem, Or that starred Ethiop queen that strove To set her beauty's praise above 20 The Sea-Nymphs, and their powers offended.
Seite 277 - 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, But swoln with wind, and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread : Besides what the grim Wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door, Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Seite 278 - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freak'd 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 292 - 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.
Seite 160 - To daily fraud, contempt, abuse and wrong, Within doors, or without, still as a fool, In power of others, never in my own ; Scarce half I seem to live, dead more than half. O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day! O first created beam, and thou great Word, Let there be light, and light was over all; Why am I thus bereaved thy prime decree?
Seite 360 - 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.
Seite 246 - How charming is divine Philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets, Where no crude surfeit reigns.