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Pagina vi
... voice , and speculating who and what you are ; there is a severe composure in the beautiful oval of the whole countenance , disturbed only by the singular pouting round the rich mouth ; and the entire expression is that of English ...
... voice , and speculating who and what you are ; there is a severe composure in the beautiful oval of the whole countenance , disturbed only by the singular pouting round the rich mouth ; and the entire expression is that of English ...
Pagina xix
... voice of England ' ; and to this Milton himself refers in his Latin verses , " Ad Patrem " : - " Ipse volens Phoebus se dispertire duobus , Altera dona mihi , dedit altera dona parenti ; Dividuumque Deum , genitorque puerque , tenemus ...
... voice of England ' ; and to this Milton himself refers in his Latin verses , " Ad Patrem " : - " Ipse volens Phoebus se dispertire duobus , Altera dona mihi , dedit altera dona parenti ; Dividuumque Deum , genitorque puerque , tenemus ...
Pagina xl
... voice even of Esculapius himself from the shrine of Epidauris , in preference to the suggestions of the heavenly monitor within my breast ; my resolution was unshaken , though the alternative was either the loss of my sight , or the ...
... voice even of Esculapius himself from the shrine of Epidauris , in preference to the suggestions of the heavenly monitor within my breast ; my resolution was unshaken , though the alternative was either the loss of my sight , or the ...
Pagina 13
... voice unto the angel choir , From out his secret altar touched with hallowed fire . THE HYMN . It was the winter wild , I. While the Heaven - born child 3c All meanly wrapped in the rude manger lies , Nature in awe to him Had doffed her ...
... voice unto the angel choir , From out his secret altar touched with hallowed fire . THE HYMN . It was the winter wild , I. While the Heaven - born child 3c All meanly wrapped in the rude manger lies , Nature in awe to him Had doffed her ...
Pagina 16
... voice Answering the stringèd noise , As all their souls in blissful rapture took ; The air , such pleasure loth to lose , With thousand echoes still prolongs each heavenly close . X. Nature , that heard such sound , Beneath the hollow ...
... voice Answering the stringèd noise , As all their souls in blissful rapture took ; The air , such pleasure loth to lose , With thousand echoes still prolongs each heavenly close . X. Nature , that heard such sound , Beneath the hollow ...
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Adam Almighty Andrew Marvel Angels Areopagitica arms behold bliss bower bright called Cherub cloud Comus dark David MASSON death deep delight didst divine dost doth dread dwell earth Edition eternal evil eyes fair Fair Angel Father fear fell fierce fire flame flowers foes foul glory gods golden grace hand happy hath head Heaven heavenly Hell hill honour host Iliad Jehovah John Milton King Lady light live Lord Ludlow Castle Lycidas Messiah Milton morn mortal night Nymphs o'er once pain Paradise Lost Paradise Regained peace poem poet praise PSALM reign round Samson Agonistes Satan seat shade sight sing Smectymnuus song soon soul spake Spirits star stood sweet Thammuz thee thence thine things thither thou art thou hast thought throne thunder thyself voice wandering whence winds wings
Populaire passages
Pagina 90 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.
Pagina 93 - 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; Ay me...
Pagina 282 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ! thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair: thyself how wondrous then, Unspeakable ! who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Pagina 283 - Join voices, all ye living Souls; ye Birds, That singing up to Heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk...
Pagina 43 - And, as I wake, sweet music breathe Above, about, or underneath, Sent by some Spirit to mortals good, Or the unseen Genius of the wood. But let my due feet never fail To walk the studious cloister's pale, And love the high embowed roof, With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.
Pagina 175 - Indian mount, or fairy elves, Whose midnight revels, by a forest side, Or fountain, some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress, and nearer to the earth Wheels her pale course ; they, on their mirth and dance Intent, with jocund music charm his ear ; At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds.
Pagina 40 - Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing ; And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens takes his pleasure ; 50 But, first and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation...
Pagina 92 - That to the faithful herdsman's art belongs ! What recks it them ? What need they ? They are sped; And, when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw; The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread; Besides what the grim wolf1 with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Pagina xxxiii - ... an inward prompting which now grew daily upon me, that by labour and intense study, (which I take to be my portion in this life,) joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written to aftertimes, as they should not willingly let it die.
Pagina 94 - Through the dear might of him that walked the waves. Where other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.