The Poetical Works of John MiltonPhillips, Sampson, 1855 - 858 Seiten |
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... human blood ; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng ; And kings sat still with awful eye , As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by . Or these two stanzas : The oracles are dumb ; No voice , or hideous hum , Runs through the ...
... human blood ; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng ; And kings sat still with awful eye , As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by . Or these two stanzas : The oracles are dumb ; No voice , or hideous hum , Runs through the ...
Seite xx
... human voice A thousand modulations , heir by right Indisputable of Arion's fame . Now say , what wonder is it , if a son Of thine delight in verse , if so conjoin'd In close affinity , we sympathize In social arts , LIFE OF MILTON . PAGE.
... human voice A thousand modulations , heir by right Indisputable of Arion's fame . Now say , what wonder is it , if a son Of thine delight in verse , if so conjoin'd In close affinity , we sympathize In social arts , LIFE OF MILTON . PAGE.
Seite xxiii
... human learning . Perhaps it were better if it had been . It is occa- sionally encumbered . Milton conforms everything to his own grand inventions . Shakspeare enters into the souls of others . Spenser brings them upon the stage in ...
... human learning . Perhaps it were better if it had been . It is occa- sionally encumbered . Milton conforms everything to his own grand inventions . Shakspeare enters into the souls of others . Spenser brings them upon the stage in ...
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... Human labours and employments are renewed with the dawn of day the hunter , formerly much earlier at his sport than at present , is beating the covert ; and the slumbering morn is roused with the cheerful echo of hounds and horns ; the ...
... Human labours and employments are renewed with the dawn of day the hunter , formerly much earlier at his sport than at present , is beating the covert ; and the slumbering morn is roused with the cheerful echo of hounds and horns ; the ...
Seite xxv
... human mind . This is the spell of Gray's poetry : this makes the charm of Collins ' " Ode to Evening : " this is the magic of the poetical part of Cowley's " Essays : " all those parts of Shak- speare's dramas which break into pure ...
... human mind . This is the spell of Gray's poetry : this makes the charm of Collins ' " Ode to Evening : " this is the magic of the poetical part of Cowley's " Essays : " all those parts of Shak- speare's dramas which break into pure ...
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Seite 403 - And the LORD went before them by day in a pillar of a cloud, to lead them the way; and by night in a pillar of fire, to give them light; to go by day and night...
Seite 707 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use, Of shades and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes That on the green turf suck the honeyed showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Seite 210 - But neither breath of morn, when she ascends With charm of earliest birds; nor rising sun On this delightful land; nor herb, fruit, flower, Glistering with dew; nor fragrance after showers; Nor grateful evening mild; nor silent night With this her solemn bird; nor walk by moon, Or glittering starlight, without thee is sweet.
Seite 124 - What matter where, if I be still the same, And what I should be ; all but less than He Whom thunder hath made greater >. Here at least We shall be free ; the Almighty hath not built Here for his envy, will not drive us hence : Here we may reign secure, and, in my choice, To reign is worth ambition, though in hell : Better to reign in hell, than serve in heaven.
Seite 174 - 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 727 - Vesta long of yore To solitary Saturn bore; His daughter she; in Saturn's reign Such mixture was not held a stain. Oft in glimmering bowers and glades He met her, and in secret shades Of woody Ida's inmost grove, Whilst yet there was no fear of Jove. Come, pensive Nun, devout and pure, Sober, steadfast, and demure, All in a robe of darkest grain, Flowing with majestic train, And sable stole of cypress lawn Over thy decent shoulders drawn.
Seite 710 - 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 lvii - And long it was not after, when I was confirmed in this opinion, that he who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things ought himself to be a true poem ; that is, a composition and pattern of the best and honourablest things; not presuming to sing high praises of heroic men, or famous cities, unless he have in himself the experience and the practice of all that which is praiseworthy.
Seite xlvi - Neither do I think it shame to covenant with any knowing reader, that for some few years yet I may go on trust with him toward the payment of what I am now indebted, as being a work not to be raised from the heat of youth, or the vapours of wine, like that which flows at waste from the pen of some vulgar...
Seite 772 - With saintly shout and solemn jubilee ; Where the bright Seraphim in burning row Their loud uplifted angel-trumpets blow ; And the Cherubic host in thousand quires Touch their immortal harps of golden wires, With those just Spirits that wear victorious palms...