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Paradise Regain'd: A Poem in Four Books to Which Is Added Samson Agonistes ...
Podgląd niedostępny - 2015
Paradise Regain'd: A Poem, in Four Books. to Which Is Added Samson Agonistes ...
Professor John Milton
Podgląd niedostępny - 2016
Paradise Regain'd: A Poem, in Four Books. to Which Is Added Samson ..., Tom 1
Thomas Newton,John Milton
Podgląd niedostępny - 2016
agni Amor Angels Antistrophe Atque behold call'd canst carmina Chor choros Dagon dark death deeds didst Dionysius the elder divine domino jam domum impasti dost doth earth enemies eyes fair fame Father fear feast flow'r foes foul fræna giv'n glory Hæc hand hath hear heard Heav'n heav'nly holy honor igne illa ille inchanting ipse Israel jam non vacat Jehovah king Lady light Lord lumina Lycidas mihi mœnia mortal night numbers numina Nunc Nymphs o'er Olympo P S A peace Philistines pow'r praise quæ quam quid quod quoque reply'd sæpe Sams Samson Saviour shades shalt Shepherd sibi sing Son of God song Spirit strength sweet tamen thee thence thine things thou thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi Tu quoque ulmo umbra urbe virgin virtue wife wilt
Strona 202 - As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, 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 Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Strona 175 - The Babe lies yet in smiling infancy, That on the bitter cross Must redeem our loss; So both Himself and us to glorify...
Strona 266 - Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow, It shall be still in strictest measure even To that same lot, however mean or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven ; All is, if I have grace to use it so, As ever in my great Task-Master's eye.
Strona 194 - Sometimes, with secure delight, The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequered shade; And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday, Till the livelong daylight fail...
Strona 255 - 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.
Strona 252 - 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 : Who would not sing for Lycidas ? He knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
Strona 198 - But, first and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation; And the mute Silence hist along, 'Less Philomel will deign a song, In her sweetest saddest plight, Smoothing the rugged brow of Night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke Gently o'er the accustomed oak.
Strona 195 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold In weeds of peace high triumphs hold With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend.