Milton's Poetical Works: With Life, Critical Dissertation, and Explanatory Notes, 2±ÇJ. Nichol, 1853 |
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... Lord General Fairfax 193 XVI . To the Lord General Cromwell 194 SONNETS - continued : - XVII . To Sir Henry.
... Lord General Fairfax 193 XVI . To the Lord General Cromwell 194 SONNETS - continued : - XVII . To Sir Henry.
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... Lord passes forty days , fasting , in the wilderness ; where the wild beasts become mild and harmless in his presence . Satan now appears under the form of an old peasant ; and enters into discourse with our Lord , wondering what could ...
... Lord passes forty days , fasting , in the wilderness ; where the wild beasts become mild and harmless in his presence . Satan now appears under the form of an old peasant ; and enters into discourse with our Lord , wondering what could ...
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... Lord ; From thee I can , and must submiss endure Check or reproof , and glad to ' scape so quit . Hard are the ways of truth , and rough to walk , Smooth on the tongue discours'd , pleasing to the ear , And tunable as sylvan pipe or ...
... Lord ; From thee I can , and must submiss endure Check or reproof , and glad to ' scape so quit . Hard are the ways of truth , and rough to walk , Smooth on the tongue discours'd , pleasing to the ear , And tunable as sylvan pipe or ...
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... Lord , and calls upon them for counsel and assistance . Belial proposes the tempting of Jesus with women . Satan ... Lord's hungering ; and , taking a band of chosen Spirits with him , returns to resume his enterprise . - Jesus hungers ...
... Lord , and calls upon them for counsel and assistance . Belial proposes the tempting of Jesus with women . Satan ... Lord's hungering ; and , taking a band of chosen Spirits with him , returns to resume his enterprise . - Jesus hungers ...
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... Lord , With honour only deign to sit and eat . He spake no dream : for as his words had end , Our Saviour lifting up his eyes beheld , In ample space under the broadest shade , A table richly spread , in regal mode , With dishes pil'd ...
... Lord , With honour only deign to sit and eat . He spake no dream : for as his words had end , Our Saviour lifting up his eyes beheld , In ample space under the broadest shade , A table richly spread , in regal mode , With dishes pil'd ...
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183 ÆäÀÌÁö - And, when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
170 ÆäÀÌÁö - But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes, And perfect witness of all-judging Jove ; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.
177 ÆäÀÌÁö - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn, That ten day-labourers could not end ; Then lies him down the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength ; And, crop-full, out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
175 ÆäÀÌÁö - To hear the lark begin his flight And singing startle the dull night From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise ; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow Through the sweetbriar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
168 ÆäÀÌÁö - That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring, Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string. Hence with denial vain, and coy excuse, So may some gentle Muse With lucky words favour my destin'd Urn, And as he passes turn, And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud.
181 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.
199 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.
172 ÆäÀÌÁö - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears ; Bid Amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffadillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
178 ÆäÀÌÁö - Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
215 ÆäÀÌÁö - With saintly shout and solemn jubilee ; Where the bright Seraphim in burning row Their loud uplifted angel-trumpets blow ; And the Cherubic host in thousand quires Touch their immortal harps of golden wires, With those just Spirits that wear victorious palms, Hymns devout and holy psalms Singing everlastingly...