The Poetical Works of John MiltonPhillips, Sampson, 1855 - 858 Seiten |
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... Ovid was a poet of a more whimsical and undignified kind , of whom it was strange that he should have been fond , but whom his Latin verses almost everywhere show to have been a great favourite with him . When we see to what holy ...
... Ovid was a poet of a more whimsical and undignified kind , of whom it was strange that he should have been fond , but whom his Latin verses almost everywhere show to have been a great favourite with him . When we see to what holy ...
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... Ovid , but the matter and language not servilely borrowed from him . It seems to me extraordinary that Milton should have taken Ovid for his model . I agree with Warton that it would have been more probable that he would have taken ...
... Ovid , but the matter and language not servilely borrowed from him . It seems to me extraordinary that Milton should have taken Ovid for his model . I agree with Warton that it would have been more probable that he would have taken ...
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... Ovid in his thought , Met . xi . 419 : - Ter conata loqui , ter fletibus ora rigavit . — BENTLEY . The turn of the words bears a near resemblance to Spenser , Faer . Qu . 1. XI . 41 : — Thrice he assaid it from his foote to draw , And ...
... Ovid in his thought , Met . xi . 419 : - Ter conata loqui , ter fletibus ora rigavit . — BENTLEY . The turn of the words bears a near resemblance to Spenser , Faer . Qu . 1. XI . 41 : — Thrice he assaid it from his foote to draw , And ...
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... Ovid . Met . i . 19 : - a For hot , cold , & c . Frigida pugnabant calidis , humentia siccis , Mollia cum duris , sine pondere habentia pondus . 900 905 910 915 920 925 830 935 The reader may compare this whole description of Chaos with ...
... Ovid . Met . i . 19 : - a For hot , cold , & c . Frigida pugnabant calidis , humentia siccis , Mollia cum duris , sine pondere habentia pondus . 900 905 910 915 920 925 830 935 The reader may compare this whole description of Chaos with ...
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... Ovid , Met . i . 107. That the Graces were taken for the beautiful Seasons , in which all things seem to dance and smile with an universal joy , is plain from Horace , Od . iv . vii . l . , & c . And Homer joins both the Graces and ...
... Ovid , Met . i . 107. That the Graces were taken for the beautiful Seasons , in which all things seem to dance and smile with an universal joy , is plain from Horace , Od . iv . vii . l . , & c . And Homer joins both the Graces and ...
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Beliebte Passagen
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...