The Poetical Works of John Milton, Volume 3William Pickering, 1826 |
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Pagina 11
... thoughts ; tis likeliest They had engag'd their wand'ring steps too far , And envious darkness , ere they could return , Had stole them from me ; else , O thievish Night , Why should'st thou , but for some felonious end , In thy dark ...
... thoughts ; tis likeliest They had engag'd their wand'ring steps too far , And envious darkness , ere they could return , Had stole them from me ; else , O thievish Night , Why should'st thou , but for some felonious end , In thy dark ...
Pagina 19
... thoughts , And put them into mis - becoming plight . Virtue could see to do what virtue would By her own radiant light , though sun and moon Were in the flat sea sunk . And wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude , Where with ...
... thoughts , And put them into mis - becoming plight . Virtue could see to do what virtue would By her own radiant light , though sun and moon Were in the flat sea sunk . And wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude , Where with ...
Pagina 20
... do not , brother , Infer , as if I thought my sister's state Secure without all doubt or controversy : Yet where an equal poise of hope and fear Does arbitrate th ' event , my nature is That I incline to hope , rather than fear , 20 POEMS .
... do not , brother , Infer , as if I thought my sister's state Secure without all doubt or controversy : Yet where an equal poise of hope and fear Does arbitrate th ' event , my nature is That I incline to hope , rather than fear , 20 POEMS .
Pagina 25
... thought To this my errand , and the care it brought . But , O my virgin lady , where is she ? How chance she is not in your company ELDER BROTHER . ? To tell thee sadly , shepherd , without blame , Or our neglect , we lost her as we ...
... thought To this my errand , and the care it brought . But , O my virgin lady , where is she ? How chance she is not in your company ELDER BROTHER . ? To tell thee sadly , shepherd , without blame , Or our neglect , we lost her as we ...
Pagina 27
... thought I , How sweet thou sing'st , how near the deadly snare ! Then down the lawns I ran with headlong haste , Through paths and turnings often trod by day , Till guided by mine ear I found the place , Where that damn'd wizard hid in ...
... thought I , How sweet thou sing'st , how near the deadly snare ! Then down the lawns I ran with headlong haste , Through paths and turnings often trod by day , Till guided by mine ear I found the place , Where that damn'd wizard hid in ...
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aëre agni Amor ANTISTROPHE Atque blest carmina choro cœli cœlo COMUS Damon dark Deos divine domino jam domum impasti doth Dryope dwell earth ELDER BROTHER ELEGY erat etiam ev'ry eyes fair fame Faunus fear flocks flow'rs fræna grace groves habet Hæc hand hath hear Heav'n hinc igne illa ille inter ipsa ipse jam non vacat Jamque Jehovah Jove Jovis LADY lambs licet Lord lumina Lycidas malè mihi modò Mopsus mosta Musa Muse neque night numina Nunc nymphs o'er Olympo pectora Phoebus pow'r praise procul PSALM Quà quæ Quàm quid quis quod quoque rupit sæpe seek your home semper shades shalt shepherd shore sibi sing song soul SPIRIT star sweet tamen thee thine thou art thou hast thoughts are due Thyrsis tibi Tu quoque Tuque turba ulmo urbe verse virgin youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 48 - 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 54 - 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.
Pagina 74 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Pagina 49 - Ay me ! I fondly dream — 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, When by the rout that made the hideous roar His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore...
Pagina 45 - All amidst the gardens fair Of Hesperus, and his daughters three That sing about the golden tree. Along the crisped shades and bowers Revels the spruce and jocund Spring; The Graces and the rosy-bosomed Hours Thither all their bounties bring.
Pagina 55 - Thus sang the uncouth swain to the oaks and rills, While the still morn went out with sandals gray; He touch'd the tender stops of various quills, With eager thought warbling his Doric lay...
Pagina 23 - A thousand liveried angels lackey her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, And, in clear dream and solemn vision, Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear, Till oft converse with heavenly habitants Begin to cast a beam on the outward shape, The unpolluted temple of the mind, And turns it by degrees to the soul's essence, Till all be made immortal...
Pagina 72 - AVENGE, O Lord, Thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; Even them, who kept Thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not. In Thy book record their groans, Who were Thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks.
Pagina 8 - We, that are of purer fire, Imitate the starry quire ; Who, in their nightly watchful spheres, Lead in swift round the months and years. The sounds and seas, with all their finny drove, Now to the moon in wavering morrice move ; And, on the tawny sands and shelves, Trip the pert fairies and the dapper elves.
Pagina 35 - In courts, at feasts, and high solemnities, Where most may wonder at' the workmanship ; It is for homely features to keep home, They had their name thence ; coarse complexions, And cheeks of sorry grain, will serve to ply The sampler, and to tease the huswife's wool.