The Poetical Works of John Milton: With the Life of the Author, Volume 2Fielding Lucas, Jun., and Joseph Cushing, 1813 - 565 pagina's |
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... lost , now sing Recover'd Paradise to all mankind , By one man's firm obedience fully try'd Through all temptation , and the tempter foil'd In all his wiles , defeated and repuls'd , And Eden rais'd in the waste wilderness . Thou Spi ...
... lost , now sing Recover'd Paradise to all mankind , By one man's firm obedience fully try'd Through all temptation , and the tempter foil'd In all his wiles , defeated and repuls'd , And Eden rais'd in the waste wilderness . Thou Spi ...
Pagina 6
... Lost Paradise , deceiv'd by me ; though since With dread attending , when that fatal wound Shall be inflicted by the seed of Eve Upon my head ; long the decrees of Heav'n Delay , for longest time to him is short ; And now , too soon for ...
... Lost Paradise , deceiv'd by me ; though since With dread attending , when that fatal wound Shall be inflicted by the seed of Eve Upon my head ; long the decrees of Heav'n Delay , for longest time to him is short ; And now , too soon for ...
Pagina 9
... lost By fallacy surpris'd . But first I mean To exercise him in the wilderness ; There he shall first lay down the rudiments Of his great warfare , ere I send him forth 135 To conquer Sin and Death , the two grand foes , By humiliation ...
... lost By fallacy surpris'd . But first I mean To exercise him in the wilderness ; There he shall first lay down the rudiments Of his great warfare , ere I send him forth 135 To conquer Sin and Death , the two grand foes , By humiliation ...
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... lost Much lustre of my native brightness , lost To be belov'd of God , I have not lost To love , at least contemplate and admire , What I see excellent in good , or fair , 370 375 380 Or virtuous ; I should so have lost all sense : What ...
... lost Much lustre of my native brightness , lost To be belov'd of God , I have not lost To love , at least contemplate and admire , What I see excellent in good , or fair , 370 375 380 Or virtuous ; I should so have lost all sense : What ...
Pagina 15
With the Life of the Author John Milton. I lost not what I lost , rather by them I gain'd what I have gain'd , and with them dwell , Copartner in these regions of the world , If not disposer ; lend them oft my aid , Oft my advice by ...
With the Life of the Author John Milton. I lost not what I lost , rather by them I gain'd what I have gain'd , and with them dwell , Copartner in these regions of the world , If not disposer ; lend them oft my aid , Oft my advice by ...
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Pagina 199 - 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 Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear.
Pagina 195 - And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Pagina 75 - Tragedy, as it was anciently composed, hath been ever held the gravest, moralest, and most profitable of all other poems: therefore said by Aristotle to be of power, by raising pity and fear, or terror, to purge the mind of those and suchlike passions, that is, to temper and reduce them to just measure with a kind of delight, stirred up by reading or seeing those passions well imitated.
Pagina 217 - The lily and rose, that neither sow'd nor spun. What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, Of Attic taste, with wine, whence we may rise To hear the lute well touch'd, or artful voice Warble immortal notes and Tuscan air ? He who of those delights can judge, and spare To interpose them oft, is not unwise.
Pagina 192 - Thee, chauntress, oft, the woods among I woo, to hear thy even-song; And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green...
Pagina 203 - Where the great Vision of the guarded Mount Looks toward Namancos and Bayona's hold; Look homeward Angel now, and melt with ruth : And, O ye Dolphins, waft the hapless youth.
Pagina 202 - 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 wolf 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 184 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail bounteous May that dost inspire Mirth and youth, and warm desire; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish...
Pagina 191 - Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys! Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
Pagina 202 - Return, Alpheus; the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.