The Poetical Works of John Milton: Paradise regained. Samson Agonistes. Minor poemsMacmillan, 1874 |
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... Shakespeare , or to be ashamed of his own contribution to the dramatic litterature of England in his two model masques . Gradually , however , with Milton's growing seriousness amid the 74 Introduction to Samson Agonistes .
... Shakespeare , or to be ashamed of his own contribution to the dramatic litterature of England in his two model masques . Gradually , however , with Milton's growing seriousness amid the 74 Introduction to Samson Agonistes .
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... England . This fact may have co - operated with other reasons in determining Milton - when he did at length find leisure for returning to his scheme of a great English poem - to abandon the dramatic form he had formerly favoured . True ...
... England . This fact may have co - operated with other reasons in determining Milton - when he did at length find leisure for returning to his scheme of a great English poem - to abandon the dramatic form he had formerly favoured . True ...
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... England , and men were once more familiar with stage - plays , Milton evidently felt that many of his countrymen still retained their Puritanic horror of the Drama , and of all related to it - nay , that this horror might well be ...
... England , and men were once more familiar with stage - plays , Milton evidently felt that many of his countrymen still retained their Puritanic horror of the Drama , and of all related to it - nay , that this horror might well be ...
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... England . It was a tragedy of the severe classic order , according to that noble Greek model which had been kept up by none of the modern nations , unless it might be the Italians . In reading it , not Shakespeare , nor Ben Jonson , nor ...
... England . It was a tragedy of the severe classic order , according to that noble Greek model which had been kept up by none of the modern nations , unless it might be the Italians . In reading it , not Shakespeare , nor Ben Jonson , nor ...
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... England as the original was on the Continent . It went through several editions while Sylvester lived , and almost every pious English household of literary tastes possessed a copy . ON THE DEATH OF A FAIR INFANT DYING OF A COUGH . Over ...
... England as the original was on the Continent . It went through several editions while Sylvester lived , and almost every pious English household of literary tastes possessed a copy . ON THE DEATH OF A FAIR INFANT DYING OF A COUGH . Over ...
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284 ÆäÀÌÁö - But, hail! thou Goddess sage and holy! Hail, divinest Melancholy! Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight, And therefore to our weaker view O'erlaid with black, staid Wisdom's hue; Black, but such as in esteem Prince Memnon's sister might beseem, Or that starred Ethiop queen that strove To set her beauty's praise above The Sea-Nymphs, and their powers offended.
326 ÆäÀÌÁö - And as he passes turn, And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud — For we were nursed upon the self-same hill, Fed the same flock by fountain, shade, and rill...
327 ÆäÀÌÁö - Closed o'er the head of your loved Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream — Ay me ! I fondly dream ! Had ye been there...
193 ÆäÀÌÁö - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
177 ÆäÀÌÁö - Mortals, that would follow me, Love virtue; she alone is free. She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heaven itself would stoop to her.
330 ÆäÀÌÁö - Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffadillies fill their cups with tears, 1 50 To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies. For so, to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise. Ay me ! whilst thee the shores and sounding seas Wash far away, where'er thy bones are hurled ; Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world...
188 ÆäÀÌÁö - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. 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.
341 ÆäÀÌÁö - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers...
265 ÆäÀÌÁö - That the mighty Pan Was kindly come to live with them below; Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep, Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep.
276 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.