The Poetical Works of John Milton: With a Memoir, and Critical Remarks on His Genius and Writings, by James Montgomery; and One Hundred and Twenty Engravings by John Thompson, S. and T. Williams, O. Smith, J. Linton, &c., from Drawings by William Harvey, Band 2Tilt and Bogue, 1843 |
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... Saviour of mankind . He narrates , in a soliloquy , what divine and philanthropic impulses he had felt from his early youth , and how his mother , Mary , had acquainted him with the circumstances of his birth , and informed him that he ...
... Saviour of mankind . He narrates , in a soliloquy , what divine and philanthropic impulses he had felt from his early youth , and how his mother , Mary , had acquainted him with the circumstances of his birth , and informed him that he ...
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... Saviour to mankind , and which way first Publish his God - like office , now mature , One day forth walk'd alone , the Spirit leading , And his deep thoughts , the better to converse With solitude , till , far from track of men ...
... Saviour to mankind , and which way first Publish his God - like office , now mature , One day forth walk'd alone , the Spirit leading , And his deep thoughts , the better to converse With solitude , till , far from track of men ...
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... Saviour sternly thus replied : " Deservedly thou grievest , composed of lies From the beginning , and in lies wilt end ; Who boast'st release from hell , and leave to come Into the heaven of heavens : thou comest , indeed , As a poor ...
... Saviour sternly thus replied : " Deservedly thou grievest , composed of lies From the beginning , and in lies wilt end ; Who boast'st release from hell , and leave to come Into the heaven of heavens : thou comest , indeed , As a poor ...
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... Saviour ; but the subtle fiend , Though inly stung with anger and disdain , Dissembled , and this answer smooth return'd : " Sharply thou hast insisted on rebuke , And urged me hard with doings , which not will , But misery , hath ...
... Saviour ; but the subtle fiend , Though inly stung with anger and disdain , Dissembled , and this answer smooth return'd : " Sharply thou hast insisted on rebuke , And urged me hard with doings , which not will , But misery , hath ...
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... Saviour , with unalter'd brow : " Thy coming hither , though I know thy scope , I bid not , or forbid ; do as thou find'st Permission from above ; thou canst not more . " He added not ; and Satan , bowing low His gray dissimulation ...
... Saviour , with unalter'd brow : " Thy coming hither , though I know thy scope , I bid not , or forbid ; do as thou find'st Permission from above ; thou canst not more . " He added not ; and Satan , bowing low His gray dissimulation ...
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aëre agni Amor angels ANTISTROPHE Atque aught behold canst captive carmina choro Comus Dagon dark death deeds Deûm didst divine domino jam domum impasti dost doth dread earth enemies etiam eyes fair fame father fear feast foes fræna glorious glory gods habet Hæc hand hath hear heard heaven holy honour igne illa ille ipse Israel jam non vacat Jesus kings Lady Lord lumina Lycidas malè Manoah mihi mortal night numbers numina Nunc nymph o'er Olympo PARADISE REGAINED peace Philistines Phoebus praise PSALM Quà quæ quid quoque reign sæpe Sams Samson Satan Saviour shades shalt shame shepherd sing Son of God song soul spirits strength sweet tempter thee thence thine things thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi truth Tu quoque ulmo urbe virgin virtue voice wilt
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Seite 203 - 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 bellman's drowsy charm, To bless the doors from nightly harm.
Seite 196 - Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow, Through the sweet-briar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine : While the cock, with lively din, Scatters the rear of darkness thin, And to the stack, or the barn-door, Stoutly struts his dames before: Oft listening how the hounds and horn Cheerly rouse the slumbering morn, From the side of some hoar hill, Through the high wood echoing shrill.
Seite 227 - But see, the Virgin blest Hath laid her Babe to rest, Time is, our tedious song should here have ending Heaven's youngest-teemed star Hath fix'd her polish'd car, Her sleeping Lord, with handmaid lamp, attending ; And all about the courtly stable Bright-harness'd angels sit in order serviceable.
Seite 221 - With her great master so to sympathize : It was no season then for her To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour. Only with speeches fair She woos the gentle air To hide her guilty front with innocent snow ; And on her naked shame, Pollute with sinful blame, The saintly veil of maiden white to throw; Confounded that her maker's eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities.
Seite 159 - Begin to cast a beam on the outward shape, The unpolluted temple of the mind, And turns it by degrees to the soul's essence, Till all be made immortal : but when lust, By unchaste looks, loose gestures, and foul talk, But most by lewd and lavish act of sin, Lets in defilement to the inward parts, The soul grows clotted by contagion, Imbodies, and imbrutes, till she quite lose The divine property of her first be^ ing.
Seite 197 - Hard by, a cottage chimney smokes From betwixt two aged oaks, Where Corydon and Thyrsis, met, Are at their savoury dinner set Of herbs, and other country messes Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses...
Seite 192 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Seite 191 - 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 187 - 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.
Seite 190 - Built in the eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next, Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe.