The Poetical Works of John Milton ...Jones & Company, 1824 - 131 |
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... glory never shall his wrath or might Extort from me , to bow and sue for grace With suppliant knee , and deify his power , Who from the terror of this arm so late Doubted his empire . That were low indeed ! That were an ignominy and ...
... glory never shall his wrath or might Extort from me , to bow and sue for grace With suppliant knee , and deify his power , Who from the terror of this arm so late Doubted his empire . That were low indeed ! That were an ignominy and ...
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... glory obscur'd as when the sun new - risen Looks through the horizontal misty air , 595 These were the prime , in order and in might ; Shorn of his beams ; or from behind the moon , The rest were long to tell , though far renown'd , In ...
... glory obscur'd as when the sun new - risen Looks through the horizontal misty air , 595 These were the prime , in order and in might ; Shorn of his beams ; or from behind the moon , The rest were long to tell , though far renown'd , In ...
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... glory to augment . The bold design In emulation opposite to heaven . Pleas'a highly those infernal states , and joy Which when Beelzebub perceiv'd ( than whom , Sparkled in all their eyes ; with full assent Satan except , none higher ...
... glory to augment . The bold design In emulation opposite to heaven . Pleas'a highly those infernal states , and joy Which when Beelzebub perceiv'd ( than whom , Sparkled in all their eyes ; with full assent Satan except , none higher ...
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... glory , and shame : Their rising all at once was as the sound Vain wisdom all , and false philosophy ! 565 Of thunder heard remote . Towards him they bend Yet with a pleasing sorcery , could charm With awful reverence prone ; and as a ...
... glory , and shame : Their rising all at once was as the sound Vain wisdom all , and false philosophy ! 565 Of thunder heard remote . Towards him they bend Yet with a pleasing sorcery , could charm With awful reverence prone ; and as a ...
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... glory sat , And feel thy sovereign vital lamp : but thou His only Son . On earth he first beheld Revisit'st not these eyes , that roll vain Our two first parents ( yet the only two . 65 To find thy piercing ray , and find no dawn ; Of ...
... glory sat , And feel thy sovereign vital lamp : but thou His only Son . On earth he first beheld Revisit'st not these eyes , that roll vain Our two first parents ( yet the only two . 65 To find thy piercing ray , and find no dawn ; Of ...
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Strona 110 - I hear the far-off curfew sound, Over some wide-water'd shore, Swinging slow with sullen roar: Or, if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom; Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the belman's drowsy charm, To bless the doors from nightly harm...
Strona 102 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away. And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? — it was — Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown. May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more ! Thy maidens, grieved themselves at my concern, Oft gave me promise of thy quick return.
Strona 102 - All this, and more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall, Ne'er roughen'd by those cataracts and breaks, That humour interposed too often makes; All this still legible in memory's page, And still to be so to my latest age...
Strona 118 - Bid Amaranthus all his beauty shed, And Daffadillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the Laureate Hearse where Lycid lies. For so, to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise.
Strona 8 - Thither no more the peasant shall repair To sweet oblivion of his daily care; No more the farmer's news, the barber's tale, No more the woodman's ballad shall prevail; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear, Relax his ponderous strength, and lean to hear...
Strona 8 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Strona 44 - Yet when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best...
Strona 94 - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay; And there he threw the Wash about On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play. At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wondering much To see how he did ride. "Stop, stop, John Gilpin!— Here's the house !" They all at once did cry; "The dinner waits, and we are tired;"— Said Gilpin, "So am I!
Strona 9 - Where the dark scorpion gathers death around; Where at each step the stranger fears to wake The rattling terrors of the vengeful snake ; Where crouching tigers wait their hapless prey, And savage men more murderous still than they; While oft in whirls the mad tornado flies, Mingling the ravaged landscape with the skies.
Strona 117 - Had ye been there, for what could that have done? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself for her enchanting son, Whom universal nature did lament...