The Poetical Works of John Milton, Band 1At the University Press, 1903 - 607 Seiten |
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... winds , with wonder whist , Smoothly the waters kiss'd , Whispering new joys to the mild ocean , Who now hath quite forgot to rave , While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave . VI . The stars , with deep amaze , Stand fix'd ...
... winds , with wonder whist , Smoothly the waters kiss'd , Whispering new joys to the mild ocean , Who now hath quite forgot to rave , While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave . VI . The stars , with deep amaze , Stand fix'd ...
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... wind that breathes the spring , Zephyr , with Aurora playing , As he met her once a - Maying , There on beds of violets blue , And fresh - blown roses wash'd in dew , Fill'd her with thee , a daughter fair , So buxom , blithe , and ...
... wind that breathes the spring , Zephyr , with Aurora playing , As he met her once a - Maying , There on beds of violets blue , And fresh - blown roses wash'd in dew , Fill'd her with thee , a daughter fair , So buxom , blithe , and ...
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... And crop - full out of doors he flings , Ere the first cock his matin rings . Thus done the tales , to bed they creep , By whispering winds soon lull'd asleep . 80 90 100 110 Towered cities please us then , And the busy hum L'Allegro 29.
... And crop - full out of doors he flings , Ere the first cock his matin rings . Thus done the tales , to bed they creep , By whispering winds soon lull'd asleep . 80 90 100 110 Towered cities please us then , And the busy hum L'Allegro 29.
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... winds are piping loud , Or usher'd with a shower still , When the gust hath blown his fill , Ending on the rustling leaves With minute - drops from off the eaves . And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams , me , Goddess ...
... winds are piping loud , Or usher'd with a shower still , When the gust hath blown his fill , Ending on the rustling leaves With minute - drops from off the eaves . And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams , me , Goddess ...
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... winds and blasting vapours chill ; And from the boughs brush off the evil dew , And heal the harms of thwarting thunder blue , Or what the cross dire - looking planet smites , Or hurtful worm with canker'd venom bites . When evening ...
... winds and blasting vapours chill ; And from the boughs brush off the evil dew , And heal the harms of thwarting thunder blue , Or what the cross dire - looking planet smites , Or hurtful worm with canker'd venom bites . When evening ...
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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
Beliebte Passagen
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...