The Poetical Works of John Milton: Edited from the Original Texts by the Rev. H.C. BeechingClarendon Press, 1900 - 554 |
Z wnętrza książki
Wyniki 1 - 5 z 77
Strona 2
... look so neer upon her foul deformities . III But he her fears to cease , Sent down the meek - eyd Peace , She crown'd with Olive green , came softly sliding Down through the turning sphear His ready Harbinger , 30 40 With Turtle wing ...
... look so neer upon her foul deformities . III But he her fears to cease , Sent down the meek - eyd Peace , She crown'd with Olive green , came softly sliding Down through the turning sphear His ready Harbinger , 30 40 With Turtle wing ...
Strona 25
... looks commercing with the skies , Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes : There held in holy passion still , Forget thy self to Marble , till With a sad Leaden downward cast , Thou fix them on the earth as fast . And joyn with thee calm ...
... looks commercing with the skies , Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes : There held in holy passion still , Forget thy self to Marble , till With a sad Leaden downward cast , Thou fix them on the earth as fast . And joyn with thee calm ...
Strona 27
... look , Hide me from Day's garish eie , While the Bee with Honied thie , That at her flowry work doth sing , And the Waters murmuring With such consort as they keep , Entice the dewy - feather'd Sleep ; And let som strange mysterious ...
... look , Hide me from Day's garish eie , While the Bee with Honied thie , That at her flowry work doth sing , And the Waters murmuring With such consort as they keep , Entice the dewy - feather'd Sleep ; And let som strange mysterious ...
Strona 33
... Look Nymphs , and Shepherds look , What sudden blaze of majesty Is that which we from hence descry Too divine to be mistook : This this is she To whom our vows and wishes bend , Heer our solemn search hath end . Fame that her high worth ...
... Look Nymphs , and Shepherds look , What sudden blaze of majesty Is that which we from hence descry Too divine to be mistook : This this is she To whom our vows and wishes bend , Heer our solemn search hath end . Fame that her high worth ...
Strona 41
... look up , and are not fed , But swoln with wind , and the rank mist they draw , Rot inwardly , and foul contagion ... looks , Throw hither all your quaint enameld eyes , That on the green terf suck the honied showres , And purple all the ...
... look up , and are not fed , But swoln with wind , and the rank mist they draw , Rot inwardly , and foul contagion ... looks , Throw hither all your quaint enameld eyes , That on the green terf suck the honied showres , And purple all the ...
Inne wydania - Wyświetl wszystko
Kluczowe wyrazy i wyrażenia
Adam agni amorous Angels Arms Battel behold bliss brest bright call'd Chor Clouds Comus Dagon dark dayes Death deeds deep delight Divine doth dwell e're Earth Eternal evil eyes fair farr Father fear foes foul Fruit gastly giv'n glory Gods grace hand happie hast hath heard heart Heav'n heav'nly Hell highth Hill honour Israel JOHN MILTON King light live Lord lost Lycidas malè mihi Morn mortal night numina Nymphs o're Paradise PARADISE LOST Paradise Regain'd peace praise PSAL quæ Quire rais'd repli'd round Samson Agonistes Satan seat seemd Serpent shades shalt shew sight Skie Son of God Song soon soul spake Spirit Starrs stood strength sweet taste thee thence thine things thir thou thou art thou hast thought Throne tibi Tree vertue voice wandring Warr winds wings World
Popularne fragmenty
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.