The poetical works of John Milton, with the life of the author by S. Johnson, Bind 3–41807 |
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... Jove , so fables tell ; How would one look from his majestic brow Seated as on the top of Virtue's hill , Discountenance her despis'd , and put to rout All her array ; her female pride deject , Or turn to reverent awe ; for Beauty ...
... Jove , so fables tell ; How would one look from his majestic brow Seated as on the top of Virtue's hill , Discountenance her despis'd , and put to rout All her array ; her female pride deject , Or turn to reverent awe ; for Beauty ...
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... Jove , of Mars the other ; * Till conqu'rer , Death , discover them scarce men , Rolling in brutish vices , and deform'd , 90 Violent or shameful death their due reward . But if there be in glory aught of good , It may by means far ...
... Jove , of Mars the other ; * Till conqu'rer , Death , discover them scarce men , Rolling in brutish vices , and deform'd , 90 Violent or shameful death their due reward . But if there be in glory aught of good , It may by means far ...
Side 77
... Jove's Alcides , and oft foil'd still rose Receiving from his mother Earth new strength , Fresh from his fall , and fiercer grapple join'd , Throttled at length in th ' air , expir'd and fell ; So after many a foil the Tempter proud ...
... Jove's Alcides , and oft foil'd still rose Receiving from his mother Earth new strength , Fresh from his fall , and fiercer grapple join'd , Throttled at length in th ' air , expir'd and fell ; So after many a foil the Tempter proud ...
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... Jove's court My mansion is , where those immortal shapes Of bright aerial spirits live inspher'd In regions mild of clam and serene air , Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot , Which men call Earth , and with low thoughted care ...
... Jove's court My mansion is , where those immortal shapes Of bright aerial spirits live inspher'd In regions mild of clam and serene air , Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot , Which men call Earth , and with low thoughted care ...
Side 144
... Jove I was dispatch'd for their defence and guard ; And listen , why , for I will tell you now What never yet was heard in tale or song , From old or modern bard , in hall or bower . Bacchus , that first from out the purple grape Crush ...
... Jove I was dispatch'd for their defence and guard ; And listen , why , for I will tell you now What never yet was heard in tale or song , From old or modern bard , in hall or bower . Bacchus , that first from out the purple grape Crush ...
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Amor angels Arethuse arms Atque behold bright cataphracts Chebar CHOR clouds Comus Dagon dark death didst divine dost doth dread earth enemies eyes fair fame father fear feast foes glorious glory gods Hæc hand hath head hear heard Heav'n heav'nly holy honour ipse Israel Jehovah Jove kings Lady light live Locrine Lord loud Lycidas Manoah mihi MILTON morning mortal Muse never night numbers numina nymph o'er once P. L. iv P. L. vii P. L. x P. L. xi PARADISE REGAIN'D peace Philistines praise Psalm quæ quid reply'd round Samson Samson Agonistes shades shalt shame Shepherd sing solemn Son of God song sorrow soul spirits strength sweet thee thence thine things thou thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi virgin virtue wild wilt winds wings words
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Side 192 - 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 sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
Side 186 - Euphrosyne, And by men, heart-easing Mirth, Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore...
Side 190 - And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft 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...
Side 146 - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast; no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame; nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
Side 197 - And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Side 188 - Where the great sun begins his state, Rob'd in flames, and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale, Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Side 35 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail bounteous May that dost inspire Mirth and youth, and warm desire; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish...
Side 30 - FLY, envious Time, till thou run out thy race ; Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours, Whose speed is but the heavy plummet's pace ; And glut thyself with what thy womb devours, Which is no more than what is false and vain, And merely mortal dross ; So little is our loss, So little is thy gain.