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... Milton would scarcely have exchanged places with the proudest worldly potentates . The sun - lit pinnacles of Parnassus are more glorious than a gilded chair . No man has so exalted an opinion of his own profession as an author . " Such ...
... Milton would scarcely have exchanged places with the proudest worldly potentates . The sun - lit pinnacles of Parnassus are more glorious than a gilded chair . No man has so exalted an opinion of his own profession as an author . " Such ...
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... Milton would not desist from his literary avocations , though warned by his physicians of the certain loss of his sight . He preferred his fame to his comfort . To create those mighty works that are meant for an immor- tality on earth ...
... Milton would not desist from his literary avocations , though warned by his physicians of the certain loss of his sight . He preferred his fame to his comfort . To create those mighty works that are meant for an immor- tality on earth ...
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... Milton could revisit the scenes of his earthly pilgrimage , glori- fied by his halo of eternal fame , he would be almost worshipped as a god . Mankind would prostrate themselves at his feet . There is something so ethereal in the ...
... Milton could revisit the scenes of his earthly pilgrimage , glori- fied by his halo of eternal fame , he would be almost worshipped as a god . Mankind would prostrate themselves at his feet . There is something so ethereal in the ...
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... Milton proudly asserts , God and good men have decreed as the reward of those whose published labours have benefitted man- kind . " He may possibly look back upon this mortal world with an affectionate greeting , and cherish a blameless ...
... Milton proudly asserts , God and good men have decreed as the reward of those whose published labours have benefitted man- kind . " He may possibly look back upon this mortal world with an affectionate greeting , and cherish a blameless ...
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... Milton , or Byron and Wordsworth , or to produce a work of whatever kind , which the world would not willingly let die . A reader is as little curious about the number of hours which * I hate all those nonsensical stories about Lope de ...
... Milton , or Byron and Wordsworth , or to produce a work of whatever kind , which the world would not willingly let die . A reader is as little curious about the number of hours which * I hate all those nonsensical stories about Lope de ...
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Strona 280 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Strona 129 - Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be, In every work regard the writer's end, Since none can compass more than they intend; And if the means be just, the conduct true, Applause, in spite of trivial faults, is due.
Strona 332 - Phoebus lifts his golden fire: The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas! for other notes repine; A different object do these eyes require; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that...
Strona 99 - With many a weary step, and many a groan, Up the high hill he heaves a huge round stone; The huge round stone, resulting with a bound, Thunders impetuous down, and smokes along the ground.
Strona 91 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar...
Strona 97 - Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell!
Strona 202 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman.
Strona 203 - I trust hereby to make it manifest with what small willingness I endure to interrupt the pursuit of no less hopes than these, and leave a calm and pleasing solitariness, fed with cheerful and confident thoughts, to embark in a troubled sea of noises and hoarse disputes, put from beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still air of delightful studies...
Strona 93 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
Strona 97 - Now strike the golden lyre again: A louder yet, and yet a louder strain ! Break his bands of sleep asunder And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark ! the horrid sound Has raised up his head : As awaked from the dead, And amazed he stares around. Revenge, revenge...