The Poetical Works of John Milton, 3±ÇLittle, Brown, 1853 |
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... mihi lepidum tellus longinqua sodalem Debet , at unde brevi reddere jussa velit . Me tenet urbs reflua quam Thamesis alluit unda , Meque , nec invitum , patria dulcis habet . Jam nec arundiferum mihi cura revisere Camum , Nec dudum ...
... mihi lepidum tellus longinqua sodalem Debet , at unde brevi reddere jussa velit . Me tenet urbs reflua quam Thamesis alluit unda , Meque , nec invitum , patria dulcis habet . Jam nec arundiferum mihi cura revisere Camum , Nec dudum ...
263 ÆäÀÌÁö
... mihi visus eram lato spatiarier agro : Heu ! nequit ingenium visa referre meum . Illic punicea radiabant omnia luce , Ut matutino cum juga sole rubent . Ac veluti cum pandit opes Thaumantia proles , Vestitu nituit multicolore solum ...
... mihi visus eram lato spatiarier agro : Heu ! nequit ingenium visa referre meum . Illic punicea radiabant omnia luce , Ut matutino cum juga sole rubent . Ac veluti cum pandit opes Thaumantia proles , Vestitu nituit multicolore solum ...
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... mihi cum tenebris aurea pulsa quies . Flebam turbatos Cephaleia pellice somnos : Talia contingant somnia s©¡pe mihi . 65 ELEG . IV . ANNO ¨¡TATIS 18 . Ad THOMAM JUNIUM pr©¡ceptorem suum , apud mercatores Anglicos Hamburg©¡ agentes ...
... mihi cum tenebris aurea pulsa quies . Flebam turbatos Cephaleia pellice somnos : Talia contingant somnia s©¡pe mihi . 65 ELEG . IV . ANNO ¨¡TATIS 18 . Ad THOMAM JUNIUM pr©¡ceptorem suum , apud mercatores Anglicos Hamburg©¡ agentes ...
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... mihi quot pelagi , quot montes interjecti , Me faciunt alia parte carere mei ! Charior ille mihi , quam tu , doctissime Graium , Cliniadi , pronepos qui Telamonis erat ; Quamque Stagyrites generoso magnus alumno , 25 Quem peperit Lybico ...
... mihi quot pelagi , quot montes interjecti , Me faciunt alia parte carere mei ! Charior ille mihi , quam tu , doctissime Graium , Cliniadi , pronepos qui Telamonis erat ; Quamque Stagyrites generoso magnus alumno , 25 Quem peperit Lybico ...
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... mihi lumina pascere vultu , Aut lingu©¡ dulces aure bibisse sonos . Vade igitur , cursuque Eurum pr©¡verte sonorum , Quam sit opus monitis , res docet ipsa , vides . Invenies dulci cum conjuge forte sedentem , Mulcentem gremio pignora ...
... mihi lumina pascere vultu , Aut lingu©¡ dulces aure bibisse sonos . Vade igitur , cursuque Eurum pr©¡verte sonorum , Quam sit opus monitis , res docet ipsa , vides . Invenies dulci cum conjuge forte sedentem , Mulcentem gremio pignora ...
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146 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thus done the tales, to bed they creep, By whispering winds soon lull'd asleep. Tower'd cities please us then, And the busy hum of men, Where throngs of knights and barons bold, In weeds of peace, high triumphs hold...
124 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
125 ÆäÀÌÁö - And all their echoes, mourn. The willows and the hazel copses green Shall now no more be seen Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the canker to the rose...
142 ÆäÀÌÁö - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
147 ÆäÀÌÁö - And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
10 ÆäÀÌÁö - To daily fraud, contempt, abuse and wrong, Within doors, or without, still as a fool, In power of others, never in my own ; Scarce half I seem to live, dead more than half. O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day! O first created beam, and thou great Word, Let there be light, and light was over all; Why am I thus bereaved thy prime decree?
170 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ring out, ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears (If ye have power to touch our senses so), And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the bass of heaven's deep organ blow; And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
93 ÆäÀÌÁö - Peace, brother: be not over-exquisite To cast the fashion of uncertain evils; For, grant they be so, while they rest unknown, What need a man forestall his date of grief, And run to meet what he would most avoid?
87 ÆäÀÌÁö - Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment? Sure something holy lodges in that breast, And with these raptures moves the vocal air To testify his hidden residence...
144 ÆäÀÌÁö - And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures Whilst the landscape round it measures; Russet lawns, and fallows gray, Where the nibbling flocks do stray; Mountains, on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest ; Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks, and rivers wide: Towers and battlements it sees Bosom'd high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some Beauty lies, The Cynosure of neighbouring eyes.