The Poetical Works of John Milton, 3±ÇLittle, Brown, 1853 |
µµ¼ º»¹®¿¡¼
34°³ÀÇ °á°ú Áß 1 - 5°³
15 ÆäÀÌÁö
... hast of sorrow thy full load besides ; Yet , truth to say , I oft have heard men wonder 215 Why thou shouldst wed Philistian women rather 220 225 Than of thine own tribe fairer , or SAMSON AGONISTES . 15.
... hast of sorrow thy full load besides ; Yet , truth to say , I oft have heard men wonder 215 Why thou shouldst wed Philistian women rather 220 225 Than of thine own tribe fairer , or SAMSON AGONISTES . 15.
23 ÆäÀÌÁö
... thee ; which to have kept Tacit , was in thy power . True ; and thou bear'st Enough and more the burthen of that fault ; Bitterly hast thou paid , and still are paying That rigid score . A worse thing yet remains ; This day the ...
... thee ; which to have kept Tacit , was in thy power . True ; and thou bear'st Enough and more the burthen of that fault ; Bitterly hast thou paid , and still are paying That rigid score . A worse thing yet remains ; This day the ...
29 ÆäÀÌÁö
... thou hast ; 585 And I persuade me so ; why else this strength Miraculous yet remaining in those locks ? His might continues in thee not for nought , Nor shall his wondrous gifts be frustrate thus . SAMS . All otherwise to me my thoughts ...
... thou hast ; 585 And I persuade me so ; why else this strength Miraculous yet remaining in those locks ? His might continues in thee not for nought , Nor shall his wondrous gifts be frustrate thus . SAMS . All otherwise to me my thoughts ...
32 ÆäÀÌÁö
... thou hast solemnly elected , With gifts and graces eminently adorn'd To some great work , thy glory , 680 And people's safety , which in part they effect : Yet toward these thus dignified , thou oft Amidst their height of noon ...
... thou hast solemnly elected , With gifts and graces eminently adorn'd To some great work , thy glory , 680 And people's safety , which in part they effect : Yet toward these thus dignified , thou oft Amidst their height of noon ...
33 ÆäÀÌÁö
... thou didst exalt them high , Unseemly falls in human eye , 690 Too grievous for the trespass or omission ; Oft leav ... hast thou dealt already ? 694 dogs ] Hom . II . i . 4. Newton . 700 crude ] Premature , coming before its time ...
... thou didst exalt them high , Unseemly falls in human eye , 690 Too grievous for the trespass or omission ; Oft leav ... hast thou dealt already ? 694 dogs ] Hom . II . i . 4. Newton . 700 crude ] Premature , coming before its time ...
±âŸ ÃâÆǺ» - ¸ðµÎ º¸±â
ÀÚÁÖ ³ª¿À´Â ´Ü¾î ¹× ±¸¹®
aëre agni Amor Amphiaraus ANNO ¨¡TATIS ANTISTROPHE atque Benlowes's Theophila bright carmina CHOR choro c©«li c©«lo Comus Dagon dark death Deos didst divine domino jam domum impasti dost doth Du Bartas earth enemies etiam Euripides eyes fair feast foes fr©¡na glory habet H©¡c hand hath hear heav'n honour igne illa ille inchanter ipse Israel jam non vacat Jove Lady Locrine Lord lumina Lycidas mihi Milton modo mortal Newton night numina Nunc o'er Olympo Ovid peace Philistines Ph©«bus Poems pow'r praise PSALM qu©¡ quam quid quis quod quoque s©¡pe SAMS Samson Shakesp Shepherd sibi sing song soul strength sweet Sylvester's Du Bartas tamen thee Theophila thine thou art thou hast thought thyself tibi Todd Tu quoque ulmo urbe Virg virgin virtue Warton winds
Àαâ Àο뱸
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.