The Poetical Works of John MiltonH. Froude, 1906 - 554ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... things with inbreath'd sense able to pierce , And to our high - rais'd phantasie present , That undisturbed Song of pure content , Ay sung before the saphire - colour'd throne To him that sits theron With Saintly shout , and solemn ...
... things with inbreath'd sense able to pierce , And to our high - rais'd phantasie present , That undisturbed Song of pure content , Ay sung before the saphire - colour'd throne To him that sits theron With Saintly shout , and solemn ...
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... thing of sin and guilt , And in cleer dream , and solemn vision Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear , Till oft convers with heav'nly habitants Begin to cast a beam on th'outward shape , 460 The unpolluted temple of the mind ...
... thing of sin and guilt , And in cleer dream , and solemn vision Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear , Till oft convers with heav'nly habitants Begin to cast a beam on th'outward shape , 460 The unpolluted temple of the mind ...
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John Milton Henry Charles Beeching. But such as are good men can give good things , And that which is not good , is not delicious To a well - govern'd and wise appetite . Co. O foolishnes of men ! that lend their ears To those budge ...
John Milton Henry Charles Beeching. But such as are good men can give good things , And that which is not good , is not delicious To a well - govern'd and wise appetite . Co. O foolishnes of men ! that lend their ears To those budge ...
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... things would be mov'd to sympathize , And the brute Earth would lend her nerves , and shake , Till all thy magick structures rear'd so high , Were shatter'd into heaps o're thy false head . Co. She fables not , I feel that I do fear Her ...
... things would be mov'd to sympathize , And the brute Earth would lend her nerves , and shake , Till all thy magick structures rear'd so high , Were shatter'd into heaps o're thy false head . Co. She fables not , I feel that I do fear Her ...
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... things mild Heav'n a time ordains , And disapproves that care , though wise in show , That with superfluous burden loads the day , And when God sends a cheerful hour , refrains . XIX Methought I saw my late espoused Saint Brought to me ...
... things mild Heav'n a time ordains , And disapproves that care , though wise in show , That with superfluous burden loads the day , And when God sends a cheerful hour , refrains . XIX Methought I saw my late espoused Saint Brought to me ...
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Adam ¨¡gypt agni Angels Arms Battel Beast behold bliss brest bright call'd Cherubim Chor Clouds Dagon dark Death deeds deep delight didst Divine doth dread dwell e're Earth Eternal evil eyes fair farr Father fear fr©¡na Fruit Gates giv'n glory Gods grace H©¡c hand happie hast hath heard heart Heav'n heav'nly Hell highth Hill honour ipse Israel JOHN MILTON King light live Lord lost Lycidas malè Messiah mihi night numina o're Paradise PARADISE LOST Paradise Regain'd peace praise PSAL qu©¡ rais'd repli'd round Samson Agonistes Satan seat seemd Serpent shade shalt shew sight Skie Son of God Song soon Soul spake Spirits Starrs stood strength sweet taste thee thence thine things thir thither thou art thou hast thought Throne tibi Tree vertue voice wandring Warr whence wings World
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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