The Poetical Works of John Milton, 3권Little, Brown, 1853 |
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... winds that hold them play ,. 710 who is this ] ' Sed hic quis est , quem huc advenientem conspicor , Suam qui undantem chlamydem quassando facit ? ' Plauti Epid . act . iii . sc . 3 . 714 a stately ship ] This passage may be well ...
... winds that hold them play ,. 710 who is this ] ' Sed hic quis est , quem huc advenientem conspicor , Suam qui undantem chlamydem quassando facit ? ' Plauti Epid . act . iii . sc . 3 . 714 a stately ship ] This passage may be well ...
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John Milton. Courted by all the winds that hold them play , An amber scent of odorous perfume Her harbinger , a damsel train behind ; Some rich Philistian matron she may seem , And now , at nearer view , no other certain Than Dalila thy ...
John Milton. Courted by all the winds that hold them play , An amber scent of odorous perfume Her harbinger , a damsel train behind ; Some rich Philistian matron she may seem , And now , at nearer view , no other certain Than Dalila thy ...
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... winds and seas ; yet winds to seas Are reconcil'd at length , and sea to shore : Thy anger unappeasable still rages , Eternal tempest never to be calm'd . Why do I humble thus myself , and , suing For peace , reap nothing but repulse ...
... winds and seas ; yet winds to seas Are reconcil'd at length , and sea to shore : Thy anger unappeasable still rages , Eternal tempest never to be calm'd . Why do I humble thus myself , and , suing For peace , reap nothing but repulse ...
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... wind and CHOR . But this another kind of tempest brings . SAMS . Be less abstruse , my riddling days are past . [ fear CHOR . Look now for no inchanting voice , nor The bait of honied words ; a rougher tongue 1066 Draws hitherward , I ...
... wind and CHOR . But this another kind of tempest brings . SAMS . Be less abstruse , my riddling days are past . [ fear CHOR . Look now for no inchanting voice , nor The bait of honied words ; a rougher tongue 1066 Draws hitherward , I ...
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... windy joy this day had I conceiv'd Hopeful of his delivery , which now proves Abortive as the first - born bloom of spring Nipt with the lagging rear of winter's frost ! Yet ere I give the reins to grief , say first , How died he ...
... windy joy this day had I conceiv'd Hopeful of his delivery , which now proves Abortive as the first - born bloom of spring Nipt with the lagging rear of winter's frost ! Yet ere I give the reins to grief , say first , How died he ...
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146 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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.