The Poetical Works of John Milton: With a Memoir, and Critical Remarks on His Genius and Writings, by James Montgomery; and One Hundred and Twenty Engravings by John Thompson, S. and T. Williams, O. Smith, J. Linton, &c., from Drawings by William Harvey, Tom 2Tilt and Bogue, 1843 |
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Strona 51
... appear , In rhombs , and wedges , and half - moons , and wings . " He look'd , and saw what numbers numberless The city gates out - pour'd , light - armed troops In coats of mail and military pride ; In mail their horses clad , yet ...
... appear , In rhombs , and wedges , and half - moons , and wings . " He look'd , and saw what numbers numberless The city gates out - pour'd , light - armed troops In coats of mail and military pride ; In mail their horses clad , yet ...
Strona 62
... Appearing , and beginning noble deeds , Mightst thou expel this monster from his throne , Now made a sty , and , in his place ascending , A victor people free from servile yoke ! And with my help thou may'st ; to me the power Is given ...
... Appearing , and beginning noble deeds , Mightst thou expel this monster from his throne , Now made a sty , and , in his place ascending , A victor people free from servile yoke ! And with my help thou may'st ; to me the power Is given ...
Strona 65
... appear'st That evil one , Satan for ever damn'd . ” To whom the fiend , with fear abash'd , replied : " Be not so sore offended , Son of God , Though sons of God both angels are and men , If I , to try whether in higher sort Than these ...
... appear'st That evil one , Satan for ever damn'd . ” To whom the fiend , with fear abash'd , replied : " Be not so sore offended , Son of God , Though sons of God both angels are and men , If I , to try whether in higher sort Than these ...
Strona 76
... appearing like a mount Of alabaster , topt with golden spires : There , on the highest pinnacle , he set The Son of God , and added thus in scorn : " There stand , if thou wilt stand ; to stand upright Will ask thee skill ; I to thy ...
... appearing like a mount Of alabaster , topt with golden spires : There , on the highest pinnacle , he set The Son of God , and added thus in scorn : " There stand , if thou wilt stand ; to stand upright Will ask thee skill ; I to thy ...
Strona 109
... appears I gave , thou say'st , the example , I led the way ; bitter reproach , but true ; I to myself was false , ere thou to me : Such pardon , therefore , as I give my folly , Take to thy wicked deed ; which when thou seest Impartial ...
... appears I gave , thou say'st , the example , I led the way ; bitter reproach , but true ; I to myself was false , ere thou to me : Such pardon , therefore , as I give my folly , Take to thy wicked deed ; which when thou seest Impartial ...
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Strona 203 - 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 bellman's drowsy charm, To bless the doors from nightly harm.
Strona 196 - Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow, Through the sweet-briar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine : While the cock, with lively din, Scatters the rear of darkness thin, And to the stack, or the barn-door, Stoutly struts his dames before: Oft listening how the hounds and horn Cheerly rouse the slumbering morn, From the side of some hoar hill, Through the high wood echoing shrill.
Strona 227 - But see, the Virgin blest Hath laid her Babe to rest, Time is, our tedious song should here have ending Heaven's youngest-teemed star Hath fix'd her polish'd car, Her sleeping Lord, with handmaid lamp, attending ; And all about the courtly stable Bright-harness'd angels sit in order serviceable.
Strona 221 - With her great master so to sympathize : It was no season then for her To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour. Only with speeches fair She woos the gentle air To hide her guilty front with innocent snow ; And on her naked shame, Pollute with sinful blame, The saintly veil of maiden white to throw; Confounded that her maker's eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities.
Strona 159 - Begin to cast a beam on the outward shape, The unpolluted temple of the mind, And turns it by degrees to the soul's essence, Till all be made immortal : but when lust, By unchaste looks, loose gestures, and foul talk, But most by lewd and lavish act of sin, Lets in defilement to the inward parts, The soul grows clotted by contagion, Imbodies, and imbrutes, till she quite lose The divine property of her first be^ ing.
Strona 197 - Hard by, a cottage chimney smokes From betwixt two aged oaks, Where Corydon and Thyrsis, met, Are at their savoury dinner set Of herbs, and other country messes Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses...
Strona 192 - 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 Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Strona 191 - The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears : Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Strona 187 - 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.
Strona 190 - Built in the 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 inscribed with woe.