The Poetical Works of John Milton, 2±Ç |
µµ¼ º»¹®¿¡¼
44°³ÀÇ °á°ú Áß 1 - 3°³
17 ÆäÀÌÁö
... the Spirit leading , And his deep thoughts , the better to converse With solitude , till , far from track of men , Thought following thought , and step by step led on , He enter'd now the bordering desert wild , And , with dark ...
... the Spirit leading , And his deep thoughts , the better to converse With solitude , till , far from track of men , Thought following thought , and step by step led on , He enter'd now the bordering desert wild , And , with dark ...
83 ÆäÀÌÁö
... past thy preventing , Obtrudest thy offer'd aid , that I , accepting , At least might seem to hold all power of thee , Ambitious spirit ! and wouldst be thought my god ; And storm'st , refused , thinking to terrify Me to thy will !
... past thy preventing , Obtrudest thy offer'd aid , that I , accepting , At least might seem to hold all power of thee , Ambitious spirit ! and wouldst be thought my god ; And storm'st , refused , thinking to terrify Me to thy will !
238 ÆäÀÌÁö
For since grim Aquilo , his charioteer , By boisterous rape the Athenian damsel got , He thought it touch'd his deity full near , If likewise he some fair one wedded not , Thereby to wipe away the infamous blot Of long uncoupled bed and ...
For since grim Aquilo , his charioteer , By boisterous rape the Athenian damsel got , He thought it touch'd his deity full near , If likewise he some fair one wedded not , Thereby to wipe away the infamous blot Of long uncoupled bed and ...
´Ù¸¥ »ç¶÷µéÀÇ ÀÇ°ß - ¼Æò ¾²±â
¼ÆòÀ» ãÀ» ¼ö ¾ø½À´Ï´Ù.
±âŸ ÃâÆÇº» - ¸ðµÎ º¸±â
ÀÚÁÖ ³ª¿À´Â ´Ü¾î ¹× ±¸¹®
Amor angels arms Atque bright bring brought cause comes dark death deeds deep divine doth earth enemies eyes fair fame father fear foes force give glory gods hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hold honor hope ipse Israel keep kings Lady land leave less light live look Lord lost means mihi mind morn mortal never night once peace praise qu©¡ quid rest round Sams Samson Satan seek shades shalt sight sing song sons soon soul spirits stand strength sweet tell thee thence things thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi Till true truth virtue voice winds wings wood Ú·Ú· Ú·Ú·Ú· Ú·Ú·Ú·Ú·