The Poetical Works of John Milton: Edited from the Original Texts by the Rev. H.C. BeechingClarendon Press, 1900 - 554 |
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... fell , 20 20 39 He brought from thence his Israel . For , & c . 40 The ruddy waves he cleft in twain , Of the Erythræan main . For , & c . The floods stood still like Walls of Glass , While the Hebrew Bands did pass . For , & c . But ...
... fell , 20 20 39 He brought from thence his Israel . For , & c . 40 The ruddy waves he cleft in twain , Of the Erythræan main . For , & c . The floods stood still like Walls of Glass , While the Hebrew Bands did pass . For , & c . But ...
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... fell ( who knows not Circe The daughter of the Sun ? Whose charmed Cup Whoever tasted , lost his upright shape , And downward fell into a groveling Swine ) This Nymph that gaz'd upon his clustring locks , With Ivy berries wreath'd , and ...
... fell ( who knows not Circe The daughter of the Sun ? Whose charmed Cup Whoever tasted , lost his upright shape , And downward fell into a groveling Swine ) This Nymph that gaz'd upon his clustring locks , With Ivy berries wreath'd , and ...
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... waves into attention , And fell Charybdis murmur'd soft applause : Yet they in pleasing slumber lull'd the sense , And in sweet madnes rob'd it of it self , 260 But such a sacred , and home - felt delight ( 55 ) A Mask .
... waves into attention , And fell Charybdis murmur'd soft applause : Yet they in pleasing slumber lull'd the sense , And in sweet madnes rob'd it of it self , 260 But such a sacred , and home - felt delight ( 55 ) A Mask .
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... fell And fierce ire trouble them ; but I saith hee Anointed have my King ( though ye rebell ) On Sion my holi ' hill . A firm decree I will declare ; the Lord to me hath say'd Thou art my Son I have begotten thee This day ; ask of me ...
... fell And fierce ire trouble them ; but I saith hee Anointed have my King ( though ye rebell ) On Sion my holi ' hill . A firm decree I will declare ; the Lord to me hath say'd Thou art my Son I have begotten thee This day ; ask of me ...
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... fell into the pit he made , His mischief that due course doth keep , Turns on his head , and his ill trade Of violence will undelay'd Fall on his crown with ruine steep . Then will I Jehovah's praise According to his justice raise And ...
... fell into the pit he made , His mischief that due course doth keep , Turns on his head , and his ill trade Of violence will undelay'd Fall on his crown with ruine steep . Then will I Jehovah's praise According to his justice raise And ...
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Strona 181 - OF Man's First Disobedience, and the Fruit Of that Forbidden Tree, whose mortal taste Brought Death into the World, and all our woe, With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Restore us, and regain the blissful Seat, Sing Heav'nly Muse, that on the secret top Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire That Shepherd, who first taught the chosen Seed, In the Beginning how the Heav'ns and Earth Rose out of Chaos...
Strona 262 - When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening" mild; then silent night With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train...
Strona 40 - Built in th'eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next Camus, reverend Sire, went footing slow, His Mantle hairy, and his Bonnet sedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscrib'd with woe. "Ah; Who hath reft" (quoth he) "my dearest pledge?
Strona 42 - 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.
Strona 183 - A dungeon horrible on all sides round, As one great furnace flam'd ; yet from those flames No light ; but rather darkness visible Serv'd only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell ; hope never comes, That comes to all ; but torture without end Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed With ever-burning sulphur unconsumed...
Strona 42 - 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.
Strona 42 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor; So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new spangled ore 170 Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Strona 21 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Strona 276 - 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.
Strona 38 - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. 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.