The Poetical Works of John Milton: Edited from the Original Texts by the Rev. H.C. BeechingClarendon Press, 1900 - 554 |
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... clouds in thousand Liveries dight . While the Plowman neer at hand , Whistles ore the Furrow'd Land , And the Milkmaid singeth blithe , And the Mower whets his sithe , And every Shepherd tells his tale 60 Under the Hawthorn in the dale ...
... clouds in thousand Liveries dight . While the Plowman neer at hand , Whistles ore the Furrow'd Land , And the Milkmaid singeth blithe , And the Mower whets his sithe , And every Shepherd tells his tale 60 Under the Hawthorn in the dale ...
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... cloud . Oft on a Plat of rising ground , I hear the far - off Curfeu sound , Over som wide - water'd shoar , Swinging slow with sullen roar ; Or if the Ayr will not permit , Som still removed place will fit , 70 Where glowing Embers ...
... cloud . Oft on a Plat of rising ground , I hear the far - off Curfeu sound , Over som wide - water'd shoar , Swinging slow with sullen roar ; Or if the Ayr will not permit , Som still removed place will fit , 70 Where glowing Embers ...
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... Cloud , While rocking Winds are Piping loud , Or usher'd with a shower still , When the gust hath blown his fill , Ending on the russling Leaves , With minute drops from off the Eaves . And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams ...
... Cloud , While rocking Winds are Piping loud , Or usher'd with a shower still , When the gust hath blown his fill , Ending on the russling Leaves , With minute drops from off the Eaves . And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams ...
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... cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night ? 190 200 210 220 I did not err , there does a sable cloud ( 54 ) Miscellaneous Poems .
... cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night ? 190 200 210 220 I did not err , there does a sable cloud ( 54 ) Miscellaneous Poems .
Strona 55
... cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night , And casts a gleam over this tufted Grove . I cannot hallow to my Brothers , but Such noise as I can make to be heard farthest Ile venter , for my new enliv'nd spirits Prompt me ; and ...
... cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night , And casts a gleam over this tufted Grove . I cannot hallow to my Brothers , but Such noise as I can make to be heard farthest Ile venter , for my new enliv'nd spirits Prompt me ; and ...
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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.