The Poetical Works of John MiltonH. Froude, 1906 - 554 Seiten |
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... Wind that breathes the Spring , Zephir with Aurora playing , As he met her once a Maying , There on Beds of Violets blew , And fresh - blown Roses washt in dew , Fill'd her with thee a daughter fair , So bucksom , blith , and debonair ...
... Wind that breathes the Spring , Zephir with Aurora playing , As he met her once a Maying , There on Beds of Violets blew , And fresh - blown Roses washt in dew , Fill'd her with thee a daughter fair , So bucksom , blith , and debonair ...
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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 russling Leaves , With minute drops from off the Eaves . And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams , me Goddes bring To ...
... Winds are Piping loud , Or usher'd with a shower still , When the gust hath blown his fill , Ending on the russling Leaves , With minute drops from off the Eaves . And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams , me Goddes bring To ...
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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 blew , Or what the cross dire - looking Planet smites , Or hurtfull Worm with canker'd venom bites . When Eev'ning ...
... winds , and blasting vapours chill . And from the Boughs brush off the evil dew , And heal the harms of thwarting thunder blew , Or what the cross dire - looking Planet smites , Or hurtfull Worm with canker'd venom bites . When Eev'ning ...
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... wind , Without the meed of som melodious tear . Begin then , Sisters of the sacred well , That from beneath ... winds her sultry horn , Batt'ning our flocks with the fresh dews of night , Oft till the Star that rose , at Ev'ning ...
... wind , Without the meed of som melodious tear . Begin then , Sisters of the sacred well , That from beneath ... winds her sultry horn , Batt'ning our flocks with the fresh dews of night , Oft till the Star that rose , at Ev'ning ...
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... winds , What hard mishap hath doom'd this gentle swain ? And question'd every gust of rugged wings That blows from off each beaked Promontory , They knew not of his story , And sage Hippotades their answer brings , That not a blast was ...
... winds , What hard mishap hath doom'd this gentle swain ? And question'd every gust of rugged wings That blows from off each beaked Promontory , They knew not of his story , And sage Hippotades their answer brings , That not a blast was ...
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Adam Ægypt agni Angels Arms Battel Beast behold bliss brest bright call'd Cherubim Chor Clouds Dagon dark Death deeds deep delight didst Divine doth dread dwell e're Earth Eternal evil eyes fair farr Father fear fræna Fruit Gates giv'n glory Gods grace Hæc hand happie hast hath heard heart Heav'n heav'nly Hell highth Hill honour ipse Israel JOHN MILTON King light live Lord lost Lycidas malè Messiah mihi night numina o're Paradise PARADISE LOST Paradise Regain'd peace praise PSAL quæ rais'd repli'd round Samson Agonistes Satan seat seemd Serpent shade shalt shew sight Skie Son of God Song soon Soul spake Spirits Starrs stood strength sweet taste thee thence thine things thir thither thou art thou hast thought Throne tibi Tree vertue voice wandring Warr whence wings World
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Seite 42 - other groves, and other streams along, With Nectar pure his oo/y Lock's he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptiall 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,
Seite 188 - Or in Valdarno, to descry new Lands, 290 Rivers or Mountains in her spotty Globe. His Spear, to equal which the tallest Pine Hewn on Norwegian hills, to be the Mast Of some great Ammiral, were but a wand, He walkt with to support uneasie steps Over the burning Marle,
Seite 40 - Jove; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in Heav'n expect thy meed. O Fountain Arethuse, and thou honour'd floud, Smooth-sliding Mincius, crown'd with vocall reeds, That strain I heard was of a higher mood: But now my Gate proceeds, And listens to the Herald of the Sea
Seite 199 - and how he fell 740 From Heav'n, they fabl'd, thrown by angry Jove Sheer o're the Chrystal Battlements : from Morn To Noon he fell, from Noon to dewy Eve, A Summers day; and with the setting Sun Dropt from the Zenith like a falling Star, On Lemnos th
Seite 85 - one Talent which is death to hide, Lodg'd with me useless, though my Soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, least he returning chide, Doth God exact day-labour, light deny'd, I fondly ask; But patience to prevent That murmur, soon replies, God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts, who best 10
Seite 260 - Glistring with dew, nor fragrance after showers, Nor grateful Evening mild, nor silent Night With this her solemn Bird, nor walk by Moon, Or glittering Starr-light without thee is sweet. But wherfore all night long shine these, for whom This glorious sight, when sleep hath shut all eyes ? Those have
Seite 3 - His raign of peace upon the earth began : The Windes with wonder whist, Smoothly the waters kist, Whispering new joyes to the milde 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 fixt in stedfast gaze, Bending one way their
Seite 25 - Oft in glimmering Bowres, and glades He met her, and in secret shades Of woody Ida's inmost grove, While yet there was no fear of Jove. 30 Com pensive Nun, devout and pure, Sober, stedfast, and demure, All in a robe of darkest grain, Flowing with majestick train, And sable stole of Cipres Lawn,
Seite 275 - To Hill, or Valley, Fountain, or fresh shade Made vocal by my Song, and taught his praise. Hail universal Lord, be bounteous still To give us onely good; and if the night Have gathered aught of evil or conceald, Disperse it, as now light dispels the dark. So pray'd they innocent, and to thir
Seite 250 - Flours worthy of Paradise which not nice Art In Beds and curious Knots, but Nature boon Powrd forth profuse on Hill and Dale and Plaine, Both where the morning Sun first warmly smote The open field, and where the unpierc't shade Imbround the noontide Bowrs: Thus was this place, Groves whose rich Trees wept odorous Gumms and