The poetical works of John Milton, with the life of the author by S. Johnson, Bind 3–41807 |
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Side 106
... numina lucus habet . Et sua quisque diu sibi numina lucus habeto , Nec vos arborea dii precor ite domo . Te referant miseris te Jupiter aurea terris Sæcla , quid ad nimbos aspera tela redis ? Tu saltem lentê rapidos age Phœbe jugales ...
... numina lucus habet . Et sua quisque diu sibi numina lucus habeto , Nec vos arborea dii precor ite domo . Te referant miseris te Jupiter aurea terris Sæcla , quid ad nimbos aspera tela redis ? Tu saltem lentê rapidos age Phœbe jugales ...
Side 120
... pace beatam Aspicit , et pingues donis Cerealibus agros , Quodque magis doluit , venerantem numina veri Sancta Dei populum , tandem suspiria rupit Tartareos ignes et luridum olentia sulphur ; Qualia Trinacriâ trux 120 POEMATA .
... pace beatam Aspicit , et pingues donis Cerealibus agros , Quodque magis doluit , venerantem numina veri Sancta Dei populum , tandem suspiria rupit Tartareos ignes et luridum olentia sulphur ; Qualia Trinacriâ trux 120 POEMATA .
Side 124
... numina fastis . " Dixit ; et adscitos ponens malefidus amictus Fugit ad infandam , regnum illætabile , Lethen . Jam rosea Eoas pandens Tithonia portas Vestit inauratas redeunti lumine terras ; Mæstaque adhuc nigri deplorans funera nati ...
... numina fastis . " Dixit ; et adscitos ponens malefidus amictus Fugit ad infandam , regnum illætabile , Lethen . Jam rosea Eoas pandens Tithonia portas Vestit inauratas redeunti lumine terras ; Mæstaque adhuc nigri deplorans funera nati ...
Side 128
... numina , Subitoque ad iras percita ? Non est , ut arbitraris elusus miser , Mors atra Noctis filia , Erebóve patre creta , sive Erinnye , Vastove nata sub Chao : Ast illa cœlo missa stellato , Dei Messes ubique colligit ; Animasque mole ...
... numina , Subitoque ad iras percita ? Non est , ut arbitraris elusus miser , Mors atra Noctis filia , Erebóve patre creta , sive Erinnye , Vastove nata sub Chao : Ast illa cœlo missa stellato , Dei Messes ubique colligit ; Animasque mole ...
Side 135
... numina glandes , Et nondum Ætneo quæsitum fulmen ab antro . Denique quid vocis modulamen inane juvabit , Verborum sensusque vacans , numerique loquacis Silvestres decet iste choros , non Orphea cantus , Qui tenuit fluvios et quercubus ...
... numina glandes , Et nondum Ætneo quæsitum fulmen ab antro . Denique quid vocis modulamen inane juvabit , Verborum sensusque vacans , numerique loquacis Silvestres decet iste choros , non Orphea cantus , Qui tenuit fluvios et quercubus ...
Almindelige termer og sætninger
aëre agni Amor angels arms Atque behold bright cæli CHOR Dagon dark death didst divine domino jam domum impasti dost doth earth enemies etiam eyes fair fame father fear feast foes fræna giv'n glory Hæc hand hath head hear heard Heav'n heav'nly holy honor illa ille ipse Israel jam non vacat kings Latin light Lord lumina Lycidas malè mihi MILTON mortal Muse night numbers numina Nunc o'er Olympo P. L. ii P. L. vii P. L. x P. L. xi Paradise Regained peace Philistines Phœbus praise Psalm quæ quid quoque reply'd round sæpe Samson Samson Agonistes Saviour shades shalt shame Shepherd sing Son of God song soul strength sweet tamen thee thence thine things thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi Tu quoque ulmo urbe virtue wilt wind wings word
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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.