The Poetical Works of John Milton, Bind 1William Pickering, 1832 - 148 sider |
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... beauty : —so did burn My heart , when first by thee disclos'd , the gleam It caught of Milton's page , by envious crime . Forgotten or deform'd . Oh ! well hast thou And fitliest , paid the debt , though late , that prime And holy song1 ...
... beauty : —so did burn My heart , when first by thee disclos'd , the gleam It caught of Milton's page , by envious crime . Forgotten or deform'd . Oh ! well hast thou And fitliest , paid the debt , though late , that prime And holy song1 ...
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... beauty . Young quitted England in 1623 , and it is pro- bable that in the same year , Milton was admitted into St. Paul's School , under the care of Alex- ander Gill.8 His unwearied love of study had This picture was in the possession ...
... beauty . Young quitted England in 1623 , and it is pro- bable that in the same year , Milton was admitted into St. Paul's School , under the care of Alex- ander Gill.8 His unwearied love of study had This picture was in the possession ...
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... beauty from the sea , Old Doria's blood is flowing in thy veins ! Rise , peerless in thy beauty ! what remains Of thy old glory is enough for me . Flow then , ye emerald waters , bright and free ! And breathe , ye orange groves , along ...
... beauty from the sea , Old Doria's blood is flowing in thy veins ! Rise , peerless in thy beauty ! what remains Of thy old glory is enough for me . Flow then , ye emerald waters , bright and free ! And breathe , ye orange groves , along ...
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... beauty of Miss Davis , brought her to her senses . One of Milton's antagonists ( G. S. 1660 ) accuses him ; You throw aside your wife , because your waspish spirit could not agree with her quali- ties , and your crooked phantasy could ...
... beauty of Miss Davis , brought her to her senses . One of Milton's antagonists ( G. S. 1660 ) accuses him ; You throw aside your wife , because your waspish spirit could not agree with her quali- ties , and your crooked phantasy could ...
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... beauty and lustre.25 We may 6 25 Natalis Donadæi Poema Heroicum de Bello Christi . Messanæ 1614. Ven . 1616. Hoc vidit procul dubio in Italia Miltonus , nihil ex poesi sumturus , at aliquid ex argu- mento , præsertim libri secundi in ...
... beauty and lustre.25 We may 6 25 Natalis Donadæi Poema Heroicum de Bello Christi . Messanæ 1614. Ven . 1616. Hoc vidit procul dubio in Italia Miltonus , nihil ex poesi sumturus , at aliquid ex argu- mento , præsertim libri secundi in ...
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Side 4 - A dungeon horrible on all sides round, As one great furnace flamed ; yet from those flames No light ; but rather darkness visible, Served only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell ; hope never comes, That comes to all ; but torture without end Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed With ever-burning sulphur unconsumed.
Side 32 - Rose like an exhalation, with the sound Of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet, Built like a temple, where pilasters round Were set, and Doric pillars overlaid With golden architrave; nor did there want Cornice or frieze, with bossy sculptures graven, The roof was fretted gold.
Side 64 - For each seem'd either: black it stood as night, Fierce as ten furies, terrible as Hell, And shook a dreadful dart ; what seem'd his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on.
Side 3 - With vain attempt. Him the Almighty Power Hurled headlong flaming from the ethereal sky With hideous ruin and combustion down To bottomless perdition, there to dwell In adamantine* chains and penal fire, Who durst defy the Omnipotent to arms.
Side 82 - Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note...
Side 64 - That dar'st, though grim and terrible, advance Thy miscreated front athwart my way To yonder gates ? Through them I mean to pass, That be assured, without leave asked of thee. Retire ; or taste thy folly, and learn by proof, Hell-born, not to contend with Spirits of Heaven.
Side 125 - For a man indeed ought not to cover his head, forasmuch as he is the image and glory of God : but the woman is the glory of the man. For the man is not of the woman; but the woman of the man. Neither was the man created for the woman ; but the woman for the man.
Side 3 - Before all temples the upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for Thou know'st; Thou from the first Wast present, and, with mighty wings outspread, Dove-like sat'st brooding on the vast abyss, And mad'st it pregnant: what in me is dark Illumine, what is low raise and support; That to the height of this great argument I may assert eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men.
Side 10 - Created hugest that swim the ocean stream: Him, haply, slumbering on the Norway foam, The pilot of some small night-founder'd skiff Deeming some island, oft, as seamen tell, With fixed anchor in his scaly rind Moors by his side under the lee, while night Invests the sea, and wished morn delays...
Side 137 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung...