The Poetical Works of John MiltonJ.M. Dent & Sons, 1925 - 554ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... doth reign Draws the devout , deterring the profane . And things divine thou treat'st of in such state As them preserves , and thee , inviolate . At once delight and horror on us seize ; Thou sing'st with so much gravity and ease , And 5.
... doth reign Draws the devout , deterring the profane . And things divine thou treat'st of in such state As them preserves , and thee , inviolate . At once delight and horror on us seize ; Thou sing'st with so much gravity and ease , And 5.
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... doth Heaven's all - ruling Sire Choose to reside , his glory unobscured , And with the majesty of darkness round Covers his throne , from whence deep thunders roar , Mustering their rage , and Heaven resembles Hell ! As he our darkness ...
... doth Heaven's all - ruling Sire Choose to reside , his glory unobscured , And with the majesty of darkness round Covers his throne , from whence deep thunders roar , Mustering their rage , and Heaven resembles Hell ! As he our darkness ...
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... doth your Rational ; and both contain Within them every lower faculty Of sense , whereby they hear , see , smell , touch , taste , Tasting concoct , digest , assimilate , And corporeal to incorporeal turn . For know , whatever was ...
... doth your Rational ; and both contain Within them every lower faculty Of sense , whereby they hear , see , smell , touch , taste , Tasting concoct , digest , assimilate , And corporeal to incorporeal turn . For know , whatever was ...
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... doth the Prince of Hell And his adherents ) , that with so much ease I suffer them to enter and possess A place so heavenly , and , conniving , seem To gratify my scornful enemies , 610 620 That laugh , as if , transported with some fit ...
... doth the Prince of Hell And his adherents ) , that with so much ease I suffer them to enter and possess A place so heavenly , and , conniving , seem To gratify my scornful enemies , 610 620 That laugh , as if , transported with some fit ...
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... doth God remit his ire : Though late repenting him of Man depraved , Grieved at his heart , when , looking down , he saw The whole Earth filled with violence , and all flesh Corrupting each their way ; yet , those removed , Such grace ...
... doth God remit his ire : Though late repenting him of Man depraved , Grieved at his heart , when , looking down , he saw The whole Earth filled with violence , and all flesh Corrupting each their way ; yet , those removed , Such grace ...
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56 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
444 ÆäÀÌÁö - Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more." Return, Alpheus; the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams: return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks. Throw hither all your quaint...
404 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...
443 ÆäÀÌÁö - He asked the waves, and asked the felon winds, What hard mishap hath doomed this gentle swain ? And questioned 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 strayed : The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters played.
390 ÆäÀÌÁö - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance, or breathed spell, Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
445 ÆäÀÌÁö - Through the dear might of him that walked the waves. Where other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
444 ÆäÀÌÁö - Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest. Blind mouths! that scarce themselves know how to hold A sheep-hook, or have learnt aught else the least That to the faithful Herdman's art belongs!
443 ÆäÀÌÁö - Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe.
445 ÆäÀÌÁö - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more; For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
227 ÆäÀÌÁö - Rather than solid virtue : all but a rib Crooked by nature, bent, as now appears, More to the part sinister, from me drawn ; Well if thrown out, as supernumerary To my just number found. O ! why did God, Creator wise, that peopled highest heaven With spirits masculine, create at last This novelty on earth, this fair defect Of nature, and not fill the world at once With men, as angels, without feminine ; Or find some other way to generate Mankind?