The poetical works of John Milton, with a life of the author by A. Chalmers. With 12 illustr. by R. Westall1881 |
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... equal in science , if not genius , to the best musicians of his age . " He married a lady of the name of Custon , of a Welsh family . By her he had two sons , John the poet , Christopher , and Anne . Anne became the wife of Mr. Edward ...
... equal in science , if not genius , to the best musicians of his age . " He married a lady of the name of Custon , of a Welsh family . By her he had two sons , John the poet , Christopher , and Anne . Anne became the wife of Mr. Edward ...
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... equal in that species of political talent which rendered Milton's services so important to the new Govern- ment . Salmasius's work was entitled " Defensio Regia , " and Milton's " Defensio pro populo Angli- cano , " which greatly ...
... equal in that species of political talent which rendered Milton's services so important to the new Govern- ment . Salmasius's work was entitled " Defensio Regia , " and Milton's " Defensio pro populo Angli- cano , " which greatly ...
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... on the sale of 2,600 copies , of two other equal sums , making in all fifteen pounds , as the whole pecuniary reward of a poem which has never been equalled . It will not greatly diminish our wonder XXX LIFE OF MILTON .
... on the sale of 2,600 copies , of two other equal sums , making in all fifteen pounds , as the whole pecuniary reward of a poem which has never been equalled . It will not greatly diminish our wonder XXX LIFE OF MILTON .
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... equal , and so soft . The bird nam'd from that paradise you sing So never flags , but always keeps on wing . Where could'st thou words of such a compass find ? Whence furnish such a vast expanse of mind ? Just heav'n thee like Tiresias ...
... equal , and so soft . The bird nam'd from that paradise you sing So never flags , but always keeps on wing . Where could'st thou words of such a compass find ? Whence furnish such a vast expanse of mind ? Just heav'n thee like Tiresias ...
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... equal hope And hazard in the glorious enterprize , Join'd with me once , now misery hath join'd In equal ruin into what pit thou seest 90 From what height fall'n , so much the stronger prov d He with his thunder ; and till then who knew ...
... equal hope And hazard in the glorious enterprize , Join'd with me once , now misery hath join'd In equal ruin into what pit thou seest 90 From what height fall'n , so much the stronger prov d He with his thunder ; and till then who knew ...
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Adam agni angels arms Atque aught behold bliss call'd Chor cloud Comus Dagon dark death deep delight didst divine doth dread dwell earth Edition eternal ev'ning evil eyes fair Father fear flow'rs fruit gilt edges giv'n glory Gods grace hand happy hast hath heard heart heav'n heav'nly hell hill honour ipse Israel king Leicester Square lest light light fantastic live Lord Lord Brackley Lycidas MARY COWDEN CLARKE mihi morn night numina Nymph o'er paradise Paradise Lost pass'd peace pleas'd praise PSALM qu©¡ rais'd reign reply'd return'd round Satan seem'd serpent shade shalt sight Son of God song soon soul spake spirits stood strength sweet taste thee thence thine things thither thou thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi tree turn'd ulmo vex'd virtue voice wand'ring whence wings
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56 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine: But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
522 ÆäÀÌÁö - May Morning Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail bounteous May that dost inspire Mirth and youth, and warm desire; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
470 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. He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear.
472 ÆäÀÌÁö - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise 70 (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with th' abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life. But not the praise...
96 ÆäÀÌÁö - Glistering with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild ; then, silent night, With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon, And these the gems of Heaven, her starry train...
115 ÆäÀÌÁö - Rising or falling still advance his praise. His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
xxxix ÆäÀÌÁö - Extort from me. To bow and sue for grace With suppliant knee, and deify his power Who, from the terror of this arm, so late Doubted his empire — that were low indeed ; That were an ignominy...
484 ÆäÀÌÁö - And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain. These pleasures, Melancholy, give, And I with thee will choose to live.
489 ÆäÀÌÁö - Where the great Sun begins his state Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
476 ÆäÀÌÁö - And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes. Now, Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more; Henceforth thou art the Genius of the shore, In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood.