The Poetical Works of John MiltonWard, Lock, and Company, 1881 - 460ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... praise , And some the architect : his hand was known In heaven by many a tower'd structure high , Where sceptred angels held their residence , And sat as princes ; whom the supreme King Exalted to such power , and gave to rule , Each in ...
... praise , And some the architect : his hand was known In heaven by many a tower'd structure high , Where sceptred angels held their residence , And sat as princes ; whom the supreme King Exalted to such power , and gave to rule , Each in ...
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... praise , And some the architect : his hand was known In heaven by many a tower'd structure high , Where sceptred angels held their residence , And sat as princes ; whom the supreme King Exalted to such power , and gave to rule , Each in ...
... praise , And some the architect : his hand was known In heaven by many a tower'd structure high , Where sceptred angels held their residence , And sat as princes ; whom the supreme King Exalted to such power , and gave to rule , Each in ...
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... praise to his Father for the manifestation of his gracious purpose towards man ; but God again declares , that grace cannot be extended towards man without the satisfaction of divine justice ; man hath offended the majesty of God by ...
... praise to his Father for the manifestation of his gracious purpose towards man ; but God again declares , that grace cannot be extended towards man without the satisfaction of divine justice ; man hath offended the majesty of God by ...
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... praise could they receive ? What pleasure I from such obedience paid ? When will and reason , reason also is choice , Useless and vain , of freedom both despoil'd , Made passive both , had served necessity , Not me ? They therefore , as ...
... praise could they receive ? What pleasure I from such obedience paid ? When will and reason , reason also is choice , Useless and vain , of freedom both despoil'd , Made passive both , had served necessity , Not me ? They therefore , as ...
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... praises , with the innumerable sound Of hymns and sacred songs , wherewith thy throne Encompass'd shall resound thee ever bless'd . For should man finally be lost , should man , Thy creature late so loved , thy youngest son , Fall ...
... praises , with the innumerable sound Of hymns and sacred songs , wherewith thy throne Encompass'd shall resound thee ever bless'd . For should man finally be lost , should man , Thy creature late so loved , thy youngest son , Fall ...
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Adam angels answer'd ANTISTROPHE appear'd archangel arm'd arms aught beast behold Belial bliss bright call'd Canaan cherub cherubim Chor cloud Comus Dagon dark death deeds deep delight didst divine dread dwell earth Egypt eternal evil eyes fair Father fear fire fix'd flame flowers fruit glory gods grace hand happy hast hath heard heart heaven heavenly hell hill honour Israel John Milton King lest light live Lord lost Lycidas Messiah mortal night nymphs o'er pain Paradise PARADISE LOST pass'd peace Philistines praise reign return'd round sapience Satan scape seat seem'd serpent shade shalt sight Son of God song soon spake spirits stars stood strength sweet taste Thammuz thee thence thine things thither thou art thou hast thoughts throne thunder thyself tree turn'd vex'd virtue voice whence winds wings wonder
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283 ÆäÀÌÁö - With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow To the full-voiced quire below In service high and anthems clear As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
272 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
312 ÆäÀÌÁö - AVENGE, O Lord, Thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; Even them, who kept Thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not. In Thy book record their groans, Who were Thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks.
276 ÆäÀÌÁö - Through the dear might of Him that walk'd the waves, Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and, singing, in their glory move, And wipe the tears forever from his eyes.
314 ÆäÀÌÁö - Old Law did save, And such as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...
281 ÆäÀÌÁö - Gently o'er the accustomed oak. Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy! Thee, chauntress, oft the woods among I woo, to hear thy even-song; And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green. To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon. Like one that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud.
28 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
276 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
294 ÆäÀÌÁö - This is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring; For so the holy sages once did sing That he our deadly forfeit should release, And with his Father work us a perpetual peace.
280 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 sunbeams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus