The Poetical Works of John Milton, Band 1At the University Press, 1903 - 607 Seiten |
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... shapes , and shrieks , and sights unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell , Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings , And the night - raven sings ; There , under ebon shades and low - brow'd rocks , As ragged as thy locks , In ...
... shapes , and shrieks , and sights unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell , Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings , And the night - raven sings ; There , under ebon shades and low - brow'd rocks , As ragged as thy locks , In ...
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... shapes possess , As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sunbeams , Or likest hovering dreams , The fickle pensioners of Morpheus ' train . But hail thou Goddess sage and holy ! Hail divinest Melancholy ! Whose saintly ...
... shapes possess , As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sunbeams , Or likest hovering dreams , The fickle pensioners of Morpheus ' train . But hail thou Goddess sage and holy ! Hail divinest Melancholy ! Whose saintly ...
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... shapes Of bright aerial spirits live insphered In regions mild of calm and serene air , Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth , and , with low - thoughted care , Confined and pester'd in this pinfold here ...
... shapes Of bright aerial spirits live insphered In regions mild of calm and serene air , Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth , and , with low - thoughted care , Confined and pester'd in this pinfold here ...
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... shape , And downward fell into a grovelling swine . ) This Nymph , that gazed upon his clustering locks , With ivy berries wreathed , and his blithe youth , Had by him , ere he parted thence , a son Much like his father , but his mother ...
... shape , And downward fell into a grovelling swine . ) This Nymph , that gazed upon his clustering locks , With ivy berries wreathed , and his blithe youth , Had by him , ere he parted thence , a son Much like his father , but his mother ...
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... shapes , and beckoning shadows dire , And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands and shores and desert wildernesses . These thoughts may startle well , but not astound The virtuous mind , that ever walks attended By a strong ...
... shapes , and beckoning shadows dire , And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands and shores and desert wildernesses . These thoughts may startle well , but not astound The virtuous mind , that ever walks attended By a strong ...
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Adam Angels appear'd arm'd arms aught beast behold Bentley conj bliss bright call'd Cherub Cherubim cloud Comus Dæmon dark death deep delight didst divine doth dread dwell Earth eternal evil fair Fair Angel fear Fenton Fiend fire fruit gastly gate gloriously bright glory gods grace hand happy hast hath head heard Heaven heavenly Hell highth hill honour Jacob Tonson JOHN MILTON Keightley King light live Lord Lycidas Milton morn mortal Mozambic Mull nigh night o'er originally Paradise Lost Paradise Regained pass'd Poems praise reign return'd round Samson Agonistes Satan seat seem'd Serpent shade shalt shew sight song soon spake Spirits stars stood sweet taste thee thence thine things thither thou art thou hast thought throne thyself Tickell tree Trin turn'd vex'd voice whence winds wings wonder
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Seite 74 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, " Doth God exact day-labour, light denied ?
Seite 179 - With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun, 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: But neither breath of morn, when she ascends With charm of earliest birds; nor rising sun On this delightful land; nor herb,...
Seite 60 - Lycidas, thy loss to shepherds' ear. Where were ye, Nymphs, when the remorseless deep Closed o'er the head of your loved Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream : Ay me ! I fondly dream ! Had ye been there — for what could that have done ? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore.
Seite 61 - Phoebus replied, and touched my trembling ears : ' Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies...
Seite 158 - Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song ; but chief Thee, Sion, and the flowery brooks beneath, That wash thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit...
Seite 5 - This is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring; For so the holy sages once did sing That he our deadly forfeit should release, And with his Father work us a perpetual peace.
Seite 124 - Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams, or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
Seite 22 - Thee, chauntress, oft the woods among I woo, to hear thy even-song; And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green. To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon. Like one that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud.
Seite 63 - Through the dear might of Him that walk'd 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.
Seite 25 - 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...