A Day Book of MiltonMethuen & Company, 1905 - 366 pagina's |
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Pagina 5
... Less bright the moon Let my due feet never fail Let not my words offend thee , Heavenly Power " Let the Earth " " Let the Earth bring forth soul living in her kind " Let them serve - " Let there be light ! " said God ; and forthwith ...
... Less bright the moon Let my due feet never fail Let not my words offend thee , Heavenly Power " Let the Earth " " Let the Earth bring forth soul living in her kind " Let them serve - " Let there be light ! " said God ; and forthwith ...
Pagina 6
... less on either side tempestuous fell Nothing is here for tears , nothing to wail Not ... mistrust , but tender love , enjoins " Not only these fair bounds , but all the Earth Not that fair field Now came still Evening on , and Twilight ...
... less on either side tempestuous fell Nothing is here for tears , nothing to wail Not ... mistrust , but tender love , enjoins " Not only these fair bounds , but all the Earth Not that fair field Now came still Evening on , and Twilight ...
Pagina 11
... less by night , altern ; and made the stars , And set them in the firmament of heaven To illuminate the Earth , and rule the day In their vicissitude , and rule the night , And light from darkness to divide . God saw , Surveying his ...
... less by night , altern ; and made the stars , And set them in the firmament of heaven To illuminate the Earth , and rule the day In their vicissitude , and rule the night , And light from darkness to divide . God saw , Surveying his ...
Pagina 27
... less resolved , But never find self - satisfying solution . As if they would confine the interminable , And tie him to his own prescript , Who made our laws to bind us , not himself , And hath full right to exempt Whomso it pleases him ...
... less resolved , But never find self - satisfying solution . As if they would confine the interminable , And tie him to his own prescript , Who made our laws to bind us , not himself , And hath full right to exempt Whomso it pleases him ...
Pagina 53
... threw down The aspiring Dominations . O unexampled love ! Love nowhere to be found less than divine ! Hail , Son of God , Saviour of men ! PARADISE LOST , BOOK III . HESE are thy glorious works , Parent of good , 53 333 FEBRUARY 22.
... threw down The aspiring Dominations . O unexampled love ! Love nowhere to be found less than divine ! Hail , Son of God , Saviour of men ! PARADISE LOST , BOOK III . HESE are thy glorious works , Parent of good , 53 333 FEBRUARY 22.
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Angels appear'd AREOPAGITICA arms ascend beast behold Belial bird bliss BOOK III Book IV BOOK VII BOOK XI bright call'd celestial cloud COMUS creatures crown'd dark DAY BOOK death deep delight didst divine doth E. V. Lucas Earth eternal evil eyes fair Father flowers fruit glorious glory golden grace hand happy hath Heaven heavenly Hell highth hill holy July July 27 June June 29 King liberty light live Lord Lycidas March March 14 morn mountain night Nymphs o'er PARADISE LOST PARADISE REGAINED peace praise pure rose round SAMSON AGONISTES Satan Saviour seem'd Sept shade shalt sight song soon soul Spirit stars stood sung sweet taste taught thee thence thine things thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tree turn'd vex'd virtue voice W. H. D. Rouse winds wings
Populaire passages
Pagina 86 - I cannot praise a fugitive and cloistered virtue, unexercised and unbreathed, that never sallies out and sees her adversary, but slinks out of the race, where that immortal garland is to be run for not without dust and heat.
Pagina 232 - He scarce had ceased when the superior Fiend Was moving toward the shore ; his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast. The broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views At evening, from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, 290 Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
Pagina 102 - Gently o'er the accustomed oak. Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy! 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. To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon. Like one that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud.
Pagina 330 - Enow of such as for their bellies' sake Creep, and intrude, and climb into the fold? Of other care they little reckoning make, Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths!
Pagina 347 - 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. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks; Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes That on the green turf suck the honeyed showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Pagina 166 - Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise.
Pagina 216 - From heaven, they fabled, thrown by angry Jove Sheer o'er the crystal battlements : from morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, A summer's day ; and with the setting sun Dropt from the zenith like a falling star...
Pagina 65 - So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity That, when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried angels lackey her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt...
Pagina 198 - So saying, her rash hand in evil hour Forth reaching to the Fruit, she pluck'd, she eat: Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat Sighing through all her Works gave signs of woe, That all was lost.
Pagina 147 - As one who, long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air, Forth issuing on a summer's morn to breathe Among the pleasant villages and farms Adjoin'd, from each thing met, conceives delight— The smell of grain, or tedded grass, or kine, Or dairy, each rural sight, each rural sound...