The Poetical Works of John Milton ...Jones & Company, 1824 - 131ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... hope 630 Uriel , though regent of the sun , and held 690 To find who might direct his wand'ring flight The sharpest sighted spirit of all in heaven ; To Paradise , the happy seat of man , Who to the fraudulent imposter foul , His ...
... hope 630 Uriel , though regent of the sun , and held 690 To find who might direct his wand'ring flight The sharpest sighted spirit of all in heaven ; To Paradise , the happy seat of man , Who to the fraudulent imposter foul , His ...
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... hope had rais'd 60 His troubled thoughts , and from the bottom stir Ambition . Yet why not ? some other power The hell within him ; for within him hell 20 As great might have aspir'd , and me , tho ' mean , He brings , and round about ...
... hope had rais'd 60 His troubled thoughts , and from the bottom stir Ambition . Yet why not ? some other power The hell within him ; for within him hell 20 As great might have aspir'd , and me , tho ' mean , He brings , and round about ...
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... hope excluded thus , behold , instead Of us , outcast , exil'd , his new delight , Mankind created , and for him this world . So farewell hope , and with hope farewell fear , Farewell remorse : all good to me is lost ; Evil be thou my ...
... hope excluded thus , behold , instead Of us , outcast , exil'd , his new delight , Mankind created , and for him this world . So farewell hope , and with hope farewell fear , Farewell remorse : all good to me is lost ; Evil be thou my ...
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... hope to change Torment with ease , and soonest recompense Dole with delight , which in this place I sought ; To thee no reason , who know'st only good , But evil hast not tried ; and wilt object His will who bound us ? let him surer bar ...
... hope to change Torment with ease , and soonest recompense Dole with delight , which in this place I sought ; To thee no reason , who know'st only good , But evil hast not tried ; and wilt object His will who bound us ? let him surer bar ...
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... hope To dispossess him , and thyself to reign ? But mark what I areed thee now - Avaunt ; Fly thither whence thou fledst : if from this hour Within these hallow'd limits thou appear , Back to th ' infernal pit I drag thee chain'd , And ...
... hope To dispossess him , and thyself to reign ? But mark what I areed thee now - Avaunt ; Fly thither whence thou fledst : if from this hour Within these hallow'd limits thou appear , Back to th ' infernal pit I drag thee chain'd , And ...
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110 ÆäÀÌÁö - I hear the far-off curfew sound, Over some wide-water'd shore, Swinging slow with sullen roar: Or, if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom; Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the belman's drowsy charm, To bless the doors from nightly harm...
102 ÆäÀÌÁö - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away. And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? — it was — Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown. May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more ! Thy maidens, grieved themselves at my concern, Oft gave me promise of thy quick return.
102 ÆäÀÌÁö - All this, and more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall, Ne'er roughen'd by those cataracts and breaks, That humour interposed too often makes; All this still legible in memory's page, And still to be so to my latest age...
118 ÆäÀÌÁö - Bid Amaranthus all his beauty shed, And Daffadillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the Laureate Hearse where Lycid lies. For so, to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise.
8 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thither no more the peasant shall repair To sweet oblivion of his daily care; No more the farmer's news, the barber's tale, No more the woodman's ballad shall prevail; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear, Relax his ponderous strength, and lean to hear...
8 ÆäÀÌÁö - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
44 ÆäÀÌÁö - Yet when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best...
94 ÆäÀÌÁö - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay; And there he threw the Wash about On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play. At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wondering much To see how he did ride. "Stop, stop, John Gilpin!— Here's the house !" They all at once did cry; "The dinner waits, and we are tired;"— Said Gilpin, "So am I!
9 ÆäÀÌÁö - Where the dark scorpion gathers death around; Where at each step the stranger fears to wake The rattling terrors of the vengeful snake ; Where crouching tigers wait their hapless prey, And savage men more murderous still than they; While oft in whirls the mad tornado flies, Mingling the ravaged landscape with the skies.
117 ÆäÀÌÁö - Had ye been there, for what could that have done? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself for her enchanting son, Whom universal nature did lament...