The Poetical Works of John Milton ... |
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... in his studies : for having been instructed to proas men of letters and retirement
usually leave to noynce not only the modern , but also the Latin , guide our
enquiry , would allow , it now only remains Greek , and Hebrew languages , they
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... in his studies : for having been instructed to proas men of letters and retirement
usually leave to noynce not only the modern , but also the Latin , guide our
enquiry , would allow , it now only remains Greek , and Hebrew languages , they
read ...
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... leave i ' the midst a horrid vale . ( ro !!! Chat with sad overthrow and foul defeat
135 Then with expanded wings he steers his flight 225 Hath lost us heaven : and
all this mighty host Aloft , incumbent on the dusky air , In horrible destruction laid
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... leave i ' the midst a horrid vale . ( ro !!! Chat with sad overthrow and foul defeat
135 Then with expanded wings he steers his flight 225 Hath lost us heaven : and
all this mighty host Aloft , incumbent on the dusky air , In horrible destruction laid
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Account me man : I for his sake will leave For should man finally be lost , should
man 150 Thy bosom , and this glory next to thee Thy creature late so lor'd , thy
youngest son , Freely put off , and for him lastly die 240 Faủ circumvented thus by
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Account me man : I for his sake will leave For should man finally be lost , should
man 150 Thy bosom , and this glory next to thee Thy creature late so lor'd , thy
youngest son , Freely put off , and for him lastly die 240 Faủ circumvented thus by
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680 Took leave , and tow'rd the coast of earth bencath , Down from th ' ecliptic ,
sped with hop'd success , 740 So spake the false dissembler unperceiv'd ;
Throws his steep flight in many an airy wheel , For neither man nor angel can
discern ...
680 Took leave , and tow'rd the coast of earth bencath , Down from th ' ecliptic ,
sped with hop'd success , 740 So spake the false dissembler unperceiv'd ;
Throws his steep flight in many an airy wheel , For neither man nor angel can
discern ...
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... by seducing them to transgress : then leaves them a while , to know further of
their state by some other means . Meanivhile Uriel , descending on a sun . beam ,
warns Gabriel , who had in charge the gate of Paradise , that some evil spirit had
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... by seducing them to transgress : then leaves them a while , to know further of
their state by some other means . Meanivhile Uriel , descending on a sun . beam ,
warns Gabriel , who had in charge the gate of Paradise , that some evil spirit had
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110 ÆäÀÌÁö - I hear the far-off curfew sound, Over some wide-water'd shore, Swinging slow with sullen roar: Or, if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom; Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the belman's drowsy charm, To bless the doors from nightly harm...
104 ÆäÀÌÁö - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away. And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? — it was — Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown. May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more ! Thy maidens, grieved themselves at my concern, Oft gave me promise of thy quick return.
104 ÆäÀÌÁö - All this, and more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall, Ne'er roughen'd by those cataracts and breaks, That humour interposed too often makes; All this still legible in memory's page, And still to be so to my latest age...
118 ÆäÀÌÁö - Bid Amaranthus all his beauty shed, And Daffadillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the Laureate Hearse where Lycid lies. For so, to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise.
10 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thither no more the peasant shall repair To sweet oblivion of his daily care; No more the farmer's news, the barber's tale, No more the woodman's ballad shall prevail; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear, Relax his ponderous strength, and lean to hear...
10 ÆäÀÌÁö - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
44 ÆäÀÌÁö - Yet when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best...
96 ÆäÀÌÁö - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay; And there he threw the Wash about On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play. At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wondering much To see how he did ride. "Stop, stop, John Gilpin!— Here's the house !" They all at once did cry; "The dinner waits, and we are tired;"— Said Gilpin, "So am I!
11 ÆäÀÌÁö - Where the dark scorpion gathers death around; Where at each step the stranger fears to wake The rattling terrors of the vengeful snake ; Where crouching tigers wait their hapless prey, And savage men more murderous still than they; While oft in whirls the mad tornado flies, Mingling the ravaged landscape with the skies.
117 ÆäÀÌÁö - Had ye been there, for what could that have done? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself for her enchanting son, Whom universal nature did lament...