The Poetical Works of John Milton, Band 3Bell, 1878 |
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... tibi prima , Maro . Tempora nam licet hic placidis dare libera Musis , Et totum rapiunt me , mea vita , libri . Excipit hinc fessum sinuosi pompa theatri , Et vocat ad plausus garrula scena suos . Seu catus auditur senior , seu prodigus ...
... tibi prima , Maro . Tempora nam licet hic placidis dare libera Musis , Et totum rapiunt me , mea vita , libri . Excipit hinc fessum sinuosi pompa theatri , Et vocat ad plausus garrula scena suos . Seu catus auditur senior , seu prodigus ...
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... tibi detur agros , Quodque afflata tuo marcescant lilia tabo , Et crocus , et pulchre Cypridi sacra rosa ; Nec sinis , ut semper fluvio contermina quercus Miretur lapsus prætereuntis aquæ ? Et tibi succumbit , liquido quæ plurima cœlo ...
... tibi detur agros , Quodque afflata tuo marcescant lilia tabo , Et crocus , et pulchre Cypridi sacra rosa ; Nec sinis , ut semper fluvio contermina quercus Miretur lapsus prætereuntis aquæ ? Et tibi succumbit , liquido quæ plurima cœlo ...
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... tibi , si teneris vacat inter prælia Musis , Mittit ab Angliaco littore fida manus . Accipe sinceram , quamvis sit sera , salutem ; Fiat et hoc ipso gratior illa tibi . Sera quidem , sed vera fuit , quam casta recepit 55 Icaris a lento ...
... tibi , si teneris vacat inter prælia Musis , Mittit ab Angliaco littore fida manus . Accipe sinceram , quamvis sit sera , salutem ; Fiat et hoc ipso gratior illa tibi . Sera quidem , sed vera fuit , quam casta recepit 55 Icaris a lento ...
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... tibi prospiciens miserat ipse Deus ; Et qui læta ferunt de cœlo nuntia , quique , 90 Quæ via post cineres ducat ad astra , docent ? Digna quidem Stygiis quæ vivas clausa ... tibi custos , et pugil ille tibi ; Ille 268 ELEGIARUM LIBER .
... tibi prospiciens miserat ipse Deus ; Et qui læta ferunt de cœlo nuntia , quique , 90 Quæ via post cineres ducat ad astra , docent ? Digna quidem Stygiis quæ vivas clausa ... tibi custos , et pugil ille tibi ; Ille 268 ELEGIARUM LIBER .
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John Milton John Mitford. Ille tibi custos , et pugil ille tibi ; Ille Sionææ qui tot sub moenibus arcis Assyrios fudit nocte silente viros ; Inque fugam vertit quos in Samaritadas oras 116 Misit ab antiquis prisca Damascus agris ...
John Milton John Mitford. Ille tibi custos , et pugil ille tibi ; Ille Sionææ qui tot sub moenibus arcis Assyrios fudit nocte silente viros ; Inque fugam vertit quos in Samaritadas oras 116 Misit ab antiquis prisca Damascus agris ...
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agni Amor ANTISTROPHE Atque Benlowes's Theophila bright carmina CHOR choro clouds cœlo Comus Dagon dark death didst divine domino jam domum impasti dost doth Du Bartas earth edition etiam Euripides eyes fair fair Syrian feast foes fræna Gods habet Hæc hand hath hear heav'n holy honour igne illa ille ipse jam non vacat king Lady Libitina light Locrine Lord loud lumina Lycidas Memoir mihi Milton modo morn mortal Newton night numina nunc Nymphs o'er Olympo Ovid peace Philistines Poems poets pow'r praise PSALM quæ quam quid quod quoque sæpe SAMS Samson shades Shakesp Shepherd sibi sing solemn song soul strength sweet Sylvester's Du Bartas tamen thee thou art thou hast thought thyself tibi Todd Tu quoque ulmo urbe Virg virgin Warton whist winds
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Seite 10 - Thy prime decree? The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon, When she deserts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave. Since light so necessary is to life, And almost life itself, if it be true That light is in the soul, She all in every part; why was the sight To such a tender ball as th
Seite 146 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit, or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry, Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Seite 135 - Spare Fast, that oft with Gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing; And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens takes his pleasure; But first and chiefest with thee bring, Him that yon...
Seite 142 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Seite 128 - 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 from his dungeon stray'd; The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters play'd. It was that fatal and perfidious bark Built in the eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine.
Seite 139 - And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
Seite 86 - What might this be ? A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands and shores and desert wildernesses.
Seite 10 - To daily fraud, contempt, abuse and wrong, Within doors, or without, still as a fool, In power of others, never in my own ; Scarce half I seem to live, dead more than half. O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day! O first created beam, and thou great Word, Let there be light, and light was over all; Why am I thus bereaved thy prime decree?
Seite 124 - Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer. Who would not sing for Lycidas? he knew 10 Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
Seite 214 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.