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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... spake th ' apostate Angel , though in pain , Vaunting aloud , but rack'd with deep despair : And him thus answer'd soon his bold compeer . O Prince , O chief of many throned Powers , That led th ' imbattell'd Seraphim to war Under thy ...
... spake th ' apostate Angel , though in pain , Vaunting aloud , but rack'd with deep despair : And him thus answer'd soon his bold compeer . O Prince , O chief of many throned Powers , That led th ' imbattell'd Seraphim to war Under thy ...
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... Full counsel must mature : peace is despair'd ; For who can think submission ? war then , war Open or understood , must be resolv'd . 650 660 He spake and to confirm his words outflew Millions of 22 BOOK I. PARADISE LOST .
... Full counsel must mature : peace is despair'd ; For who can think submission ? war then , war Open or understood , must be resolv'd . 650 660 He spake and to confirm his words outflew Millions of 22 BOOK I. PARADISE LOST .
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John Milton. He spake and to confirm his words outflew Millions of flaming swords , drawn from the thighs Of mighty Cherubim ; the sudden blaze Far round illumin'd hell : highly they rag'd Against the highest , and fierce with grasped ...
John Milton. He spake and to confirm his words outflew Millions of flaming swords , drawn from the thighs Of mighty Cherubim ; the sudden blaze Far round illumin'd hell : highly they rag'd Against the highest , and fierce with grasped ...
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... spake : 50 My sentence is for open war : of wiles , More unexpert , I boast not : them let those Contrive who need , or when they need , not now : For while they sit contriving , shall the rest , Millions that stand in arms and longing ...
... spake : 50 My sentence is for open war : of wiles , More unexpert , I boast not : them let those Contrive who need , or when they need , not now : For while they sit contriving , shall the rest , Millions that stand in arms and longing ...
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... spake . Either to disinthrone the King of heav'n We war , if war be best , or to regain Our own right lost : him to unthrone we then 230 May hope , when everlasting Fate shall yield To fickle BOOK II . 35 PARADISE LOST .
... spake . Either to disinthrone the King of heav'n We war , if war be best , or to regain Our own right lost : him to unthrone we then 230 May hope , when everlasting Fate shall yield To fickle BOOK II . 35 PARADISE LOST .
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Adam agni angels arms Atque aught behold bliss call'd Chor cloud Dagon dark death deep delight didst divine doth dread dwell earth Edition eternal ev'ning evil eyes fair Father fear flow'rs French morocco 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 quæ rais'd reign reply'd return'd round Satan seem'd serpent shade shalt sight Son of God song soon 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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.