The Poetical Works of John Milton, Tom 1At the University Press, 1903 - 607 |
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... hear ) ! Tell me , bright Spirit , where'er thou hoverest , Whether above that high first - moving sphere , Or in the Elysian fields ( if such there were ) , Oh , say me true if thou wert mortal wight , And why from us so quickly thou ...
... hear ) ! Tell me , bright Spirit , where'er thou hoverest , Whether above that high first - moving sphere , Or in the Elysian fields ( if such there were ) , Oh , say me true if thou wert mortal wight , And why from us so quickly thou ...
Strona 5
... hear ) ! Tell me , bright Spirit , where'er thou hoverest , Whether above that high first - moving sphere , Or in the Elysian fields ( if such there were ) , Oh , say me true if thou wert mortal wight , And why from us so quickly thou ...
... hear ) ! Tell me , bright Spirit , where'er thou hoverest , Whether above that high first - moving sphere , Or in the Elysian fields ( if such there were ) , Oh , say me true if thou wert mortal wight , And why from us so quickly thou ...
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... give thee this , that thou should'st still From eyes of mortals walk invisible . Yet there is something that doth force my fear ; For once it was my dismal hap to hear 60 A sibyl old , bow - bent with crooked age 8 At a Vacation Exercise.
... give thee this , that thou should'st still From eyes of mortals walk invisible . Yet there is something that doth force my fear ; For once it was my dismal hap to hear 60 A sibyl old , bow - bent with crooked age 8 At a Vacation Exercise.
Strona 28
... hear the lark begin his flight , And singing startle the dull night , From his watch - tower in the skies , Till the dappled dawn doth rise ; Then to come , in spite of sorrow , And at my window bid good - morrow , Through the sweet ...
... hear the lark begin his flight , And singing startle the dull night , From his watch - tower in the skies , Till the dappled dawn doth rise ; Then to come , in spite of sorrow , And at my window bid good - morrow , Through the sweet ...
Strona 30
... hear Such strains as would have won the ear Of Pluto to have quite set free His half - regain'd Eurydice . These delights if thou canst give , Mirth , with thee I mean to live . 150 IL PENSEROSO . HENCE , vain deluding Joys , The 30 L ...
... hear Such strains as would have won the ear Of Pluto to have quite set free His half - regain'd Eurydice . These delights if thou canst give , Mirth , with thee I mean to live . 150 IL PENSEROSO . HENCE , vain deluding Joys , The 30 L ...
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Strona 74 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, " Doth God exact day-labour, light denied ?
Strona 179 - With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun, 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: But neither breath of morn, when she ascends With charm of earliest birds; nor rising sun On this delightful land; nor herb,...
Strona 60 - Lycidas, thy loss to shepherds' ear. Where were ye, Nymphs, when the remorseless deep Closed o'er the head of your loved Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream : Ay me ! I fondly dream ! Had ye been there — for what could that have done ? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore.
Strona 61 - Phoebus replied, and touched my trembling ears : ' Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies...
Strona 158 - Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song ; but chief Thee, Sion, and the flowery brooks beneath, That wash thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit...
Strona 5 - This is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring; For so the holy sages once did sing That he our deadly forfeit should release, And with his Father work us a perpetual peace.
Strona 124 - Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams, or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
Strona 22 - 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.
Strona 63 - Through the dear might of Him that walk'd 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 25 - And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell...