The Poetical Works of John MiltonH. Froude, 1906 - 554ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... many feet stearing this way ; Perhaps my enemies who come to stare At my affliction , and perhaps to insult , Thir daily practice to afflict me more . 80 90 100 110 Chor . This , this is he ; softly a ( 511 ). Samson. Agonistes .
... many feet stearing this way ; Perhaps my enemies who come to stare At my affliction , and perhaps to insult , Thir daily practice to afflict me more . 80 90 100 110 Chor . This , this is he ; softly a ( 511 ). Samson. Agonistes .
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John Milton Henry Charles Beeching. Chor . This , this is he ; softly a while , Let us not break in upon him ; O change beyond report , thought , or belief ! See how he lies at random , carelessly diffus'd , With languish't head unpropt ...
John Milton Henry Charles Beeching. Chor . This , this is he ; softly a while , Let us not break in upon him ; O change beyond report , thought , or belief ! See how he lies at random , carelessly diffus'd , With languish't head unpropt ...
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... Chor . Hee speaks , let us draw nigh . Matchless in might , The glory late of Israel , now the grief ; We come thy friends and neighbours not unknown From Eshtaol and Zora's fruitful Vale To visit or bewail thee , or if better , Counsel ...
... Chor . Hee speaks , let us draw nigh . Matchless in might , The glory late of Israel , now the grief ; We come thy friends and neighbours not unknown From Eshtaol and Zora's fruitful Vale To visit or bewail thee , or if better , Counsel ...
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... Chor . Tax not divine disposal , wisest Men Have err'd , and by bad Women been deceiv'd ; And shall again , pretend they ne're so wise . Deject not then so overmuch thy self , Who hast of sorrow thy full load besides ; Yet truth to say ...
... Chor . Tax not divine disposal , wisest Men Have err'd , and by bad Women been deceiv'd ; And shall again , pretend they ne're so wise . Deject not then so overmuch thy self , Who hast of sorrow thy full load besides ; Yet truth to say ...
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... Chor . Thy words to my remembrance bring How Succoth and the Fort of Penuel Thir great Deliverer contemn'd , The matchless Gideon in pursuit Of Madian and her vanquisht Kings : And how ingrateful Ephraim 270 280 Had dealt with Jephtha ...
... Chor . Thy words to my remembrance bring How Succoth and the Fort of Penuel Thir great Deliverer contemn'd , The matchless Gideon in pursuit Of Madian and her vanquisht Kings : And how ingrateful Ephraim 270 280 Had dealt with Jephtha ...
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42 ÆäÀÌÁö - other groves, and other streams along, With Nectar pure his oo/y Lock's he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptiall 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,
188 ÆäÀÌÁö - Or in Valdarno, to descry new Lands, 290 Rivers or Mountains in her spotty Globe. His Spear, to equal which the tallest Pine Hewn on Norwegian hills, to be the Mast Of some great Ammiral, were but a wand, He walkt with to support uneasie steps Over the burning Marle,
40 ÆäÀÌÁö - Jove; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in Heav'n expect thy meed. O Fountain Arethuse, and thou honour'd floud, Smooth-sliding Mincius, crown'd with vocall reeds, That strain I heard was of a higher mood: But now my Gate proceeds, And listens to the Herald of the Sea
199 ÆäÀÌÁö - and how he fell 740 From Heav'n, they fabl'd, thrown by angry Jove Sheer o're the Chrystal Battlements : from Morn To Noon he fell, from Noon to dewy Eve, A Summers day; and with the setting Sun Dropt from the Zenith like a falling Star, On Lemnos th
85 ÆäÀÌÁö - one Talent which is death to hide, Lodg'd with me useless, though my Soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, least he returning chide, Doth God exact day-labour, light deny'd, I fondly ask; But patience to prevent That murmur, soon replies, God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts, who best 10
260 ÆäÀÌÁö - Glistring with dew, nor fragrance after showers, Nor grateful Evening mild, nor silent Night With this her solemn Bird, nor walk by Moon, Or glittering Starr-light without thee is sweet. But wherfore all night long shine these, for whom This glorious sight, when sleep hath shut all eyes ? Those have
3 ÆäÀÌÁö - His raign of peace upon the earth began : The Windes with wonder whist, Smoothly the waters kist, Whispering new joyes to the milde Ocean, Who now hath quite forgot to rave, While Birds of Calm sit brooding on the charmed wave. VI The Stars with deep amaze Stand fixt in stedfast gaze, Bending one way their
25 ÆäÀÌÁö - Oft in glimmering Bowres, and glades He met her, and in secret shades Of woody Ida's inmost grove, While yet there was no fear of Jove. 30 Com pensive Nun, devout and pure, Sober, stedfast, and demure, All in a robe of darkest grain, Flowing with majestick train, And sable stole of Cipres Lawn,
275 ÆäÀÌÁö - To Hill, or Valley, Fountain, or fresh shade Made vocal by my Song, and taught his praise. Hail universal Lord, be bounteous still To give us onely good; and if the night Have gathered aught of evil or conceald, Disperse it, as now light dispels the dark. So pray'd they innocent, and to thir
250 ÆäÀÌÁö - Flours worthy of Paradise which not nice Art In Beds and curious Knots, but Nature boon Powrd forth profuse on Hill and Dale and Plaine, Both where the morning Sun first warmly smote The open field, and where the unpierc't shade Imbround the noontide Bowrs: Thus was this place, Groves whose rich Trees wept odorous Gumms and