The Poetical Works of John Milton, 3±ÇBell, 1878 |
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... doubt his ways not just , As to his own edicts found contradicting , Then give the reins to wand'ring thought , Regardless of his glory's diminution ; Till , oy their own perplexities involv'd , They ravel 18 SAMSON AGONISTES .
... doubt his ways not just , As to his own edicts found contradicting , Then give the reins to wand'ring thought , Regardless of his glory's diminution ; Till , oy their own perplexities involv'd , They ravel 18 SAMSON AGONISTES .
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... give my folly , 825 Take to thy wicked deed ; which when thou seest Impartial , self - severe , inexorable , Thou wilt renounce thy seeking , and much rather Confess it feign'd ; weakness is thy excuse , And I believe it , weakness to ...
... give my folly , 825 Take to thy wicked deed ; which when thou seest Impartial , self - severe , inexorable , Thou wilt renounce thy seeking , and much rather Confess it feign'd ; weakness is thy excuse , And I believe it , weakness to ...
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... give thee , Or rather flight , no great advantage on me ; Then put on all thy gorgeous arms , thy helmet And brigandine of brass , thy broad habergeon , Vant - brass and greves , and gauntlet , add thy spear , 1121 A weaver's beam , and ...
... give thee , Or rather flight , no great advantage on me ; Then put on all thy gorgeous arms , thy helmet And brigandine of brass , thy broad habergeon , Vant - brass and greves , and gauntlet , add thy spear , 1121 A weaver's beam , and ...
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... give thy verdict ? Come nearer , part not hence so slight inform'd ; But take good heed my hand survey not thee . 1230 HAR . O Baal - zebub ! can my ears unus'd Hear these dishonours , and not render death ? SAMS . No man withholds thee ...
... give thy verdict ? Come nearer , part not hence so slight inform'd ; But take good heed my hand survey not thee . 1230 HAR . O Baal - zebub ! can my ears unus'd Hear these dishonours , and not render death ? SAMS . No man withholds thee ...
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... give , to me the best . Yet so it may fall out , because their end Is hate , not help to me , it may with mine Draw their own ruin who attempt the deed . 1265 CHOR . Oh , how comely it is , and how reviving To the spirits of just men ...
... give , to me the best . Yet so it may fall out , because their end Is hate , not help to me , it may with mine Draw their own ruin who attempt the deed . 1265 CHOR . Oh , how comely it is , and how reviving To the spirits of just men ...
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10 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thy prime decree? The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon, When she deserts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave. Since light so necessary is to life, And almost life itself, if it be true That light is in the soul, She all in every part; why was the sight To such a tender ball as th
146 ÆäÀÌÁö - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes 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.
135 ÆäÀÌÁö - Spare Fast, that oft with Gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing; And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens takes his pleasure; But first and chiefest with thee bring, Him that yon...
142 ÆäÀÌÁö - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
128 ÆäÀÌÁö - What hard mishap hath doom'd this gentle swain? And question'd every gust of rugged wings That blows from off each beaked promontory : They knew not of his story; And sage Hippotades their answer brings, That not a blast was from his dungeon stray'd; The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters play'd. It was that fatal and perfidious bark Built in the eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine.
139 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.
86 ÆäÀÌÁö - What might this be ? A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands and shores and desert wildernesses.
10 ÆäÀÌÁö - To daily fraud, contempt, abuse and wrong, Within doors, or without, still as a fool, In power of others, never in my own ; Scarce half I seem to live, dead more than half. O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day! O first created beam, and thou great Word, Let there be light, and light was over all; Why am I thus bereaved thy prime decree?
124 ÆäÀÌÁö - Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer. Who would not sing for Lycidas? he knew 10 Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
214 ÆäÀÌÁö - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.