Paradise Regain'd: A Poem, in Four Books. To which is Added Samson Agonistes: and Poems Upon Several Occasions, with a Tractate of Education. The Author John MiltonJ. and R. Tonson and S. Draper; and for T. and T. Longman, S. Birt, C. Hitch and L. Hawes, R. Ware [and 4 others in London], 1753 - 350 pagina's |
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Pagina 180
... quid volui misero mihi ! floribus auftrum Perditus ----- In this edition , and in that of Milton's poems in 1645 , there was prefixed to the Mask the follow- ing dedication . To the Right Honorable JOHN Lord Vicount BRACKLY fon and heir ...
... quid volui misero mihi ! floribus auftrum Perditus ----- In this edition , and in that of Milton's poems in 1645 , there was prefixed to the Mask the follow- ing dedication . To the Right Honorable JOHN Lord Vicount BRACKLY fon and heir ...
Pagina 274
... Quid fit amor nefcit , dum quoque nefcit , amat . Sive cruentatum furiofa Tragœdia fceptrum Quaffat , & effufis crinibus ora rotat , Et dolet , & fpecto , juvat & fpectaffe dolendo , Interdum & lacrymis dulcis amaror ineft : Seu infelix ...
... Quid fit amor nefcit , dum quoque nefcit , amat . Sive cruentatum furiofa Tragœdia fceptrum Quaffat , & effufis crinibus ora rotat , Et dolet , & fpecto , juvat & fpectaffe dolendo , Interdum & lacrymis dulcis amaror ineft : Seu infelix ...
Pagina 277
... Quid juvat humanâ tingere cæde manus ? Nobileque in pectus certas acuiffe fagittas , Semideamque animam fede fugâffe fuâ ? Talia dum lacrymans alto fub pectore volvo , Rofcidus acciduis Helperus exit aquis , Et Tarteffiaco fubmerferat ...
... Quid juvat humanâ tingere cæde manus ? Nobileque in pectus certas acuiffe fagittas , Semideamque animam fede fugâffe fuâ ? Talia dum lacrymans alto fub pectore volvo , Rofcidus acciduis Helperus exit aquis , Et Tarteffiaco fubmerferat ...
Pagina 280
... quid volui manifeftum tollere crimen , Ipfe quod ex omni parte levare nequit ? Arguitur tardus meritò , noxamque fatetur , Et pudet officium deferuiffe fuum . Tu modò da veniam faffo , veniamque roganti , Crimina diminui , quæ patuere ...
... quid volui manifeftum tollere crimen , Ipfe quod ex omni parte levare nequit ? Arguitur tardus meritò , noxamque fatetur , Et pudet officium deferuiffe fuum . Tu modò da veniam faffo , veniamque roganti , Crimina diminui , quæ patuere ...
Pagina 283
... quid agatur Olympo , Nec fugiunt oculos Tartara cæca meos . Quid tam grande fonat diftento fpiritus ore ? Quid parit hæc rabies , quid facer ifte furor ? Ver mihi , quod dedit ingenium , cantabitur illo ; Profuerint ifto reddita dona ...
... quid agatur Olympo , Nec fugiunt oculos Tartara cæca meos . Quid tam grande fonat diftento fpiritus ore ? Quid parit hæc rabies , quid facer ifte furor ? Ver mihi , quod dedit ingenium , cantabitur illo ; Profuerint ifto reddita dona ...
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Paradise Regain'd: A Poem, in Four Books. To which is Added Samson Agonistes ... John Milton Volledige weergave - 1747 |
Paradise Regain'd: A Poem, in Four Books. To which is Added Samson Agonistes ... John Milton Volledige weergave - 1755 |
Paradise Regain'd: A Poem, in Four Books. To which is Added Samson Agonistes ... John Milton Volledige weergave - 1765 |
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aftra againſt agni alfo Amor Atque befides beft beſt caft call'd CHOR choro Dagon darkneſs defert doft domino jam domum impafti doth earth eyes fafe fair fame fave feaſt fecret feek feem fent fhades fhall fhould fibi fide fing firft firſt foes folemn fome fong fonos foon foul fræna ftill ftrength fuch fure fweet glory Hæc hath Heav'n himſelf honor houſe Ifrael ille ipfe itſelf jam non vacat juft juſt king Lady laſt leaſt lefs loft Lord Ludlow town Lycidas malè mihi moſt muſt myſelf night numina nunc o'er Olympo PARADISE REGAIN'D pleaſure pow'r praiſe prefent PSAL quæ quid quoque reft reply'd Samfon SAMS ſhades ſhall ſtand ſtate ſtill ſtood ſtream thee thefe themſelves thence theſe thofe thoſe thou art throne thyfelf tibi Tu quoque ulmo virtue whofe worfe
Populaire passages
Pagina 214 - The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters played. It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine.
Pagina 83 - Let there be lig;ht, and light was over all; Why am I thus bereav'd thy prime decree? The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon. When she deserts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.
Pagina 216 - 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. Now, Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more ; Henceforth thou art the Genius of the shore In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood.
Pagina 162 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks...
Pagina 213 - 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...
Pagina 327 - ... the knowledge and the use of which cannot but be a great furtherance both to the enlargement of truth, and honest living with much more peace.
Pagina 143 - Pollute with sinful blame, The saintly veil of maiden white to throw; Confounded, that her Maker's eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities.
Pagina 329 - The end, then, of learning is to repair the ruins of our first parents by regaining to know God aright and out of that knowledge to love him, to imitate him, to be like him as we may the nearest by possessing our souls of true virtue, which being united to the heavenly grace of faith makes up the highest perfection.
Pagina 213 - 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. But not the praise...
Pagina 152 - FLY, envious Time, till thou run out thy race ; Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours, Whose speed is but the heavy plummet's pace ; And glut thyself with what thy womb devours, Which is no more than what is false and vain, And merely mortal dross ; So little is our loss, So little is thy gain.