The Poetical Works of John MiltonWard, Lock, and Company, 1881 - 460 Seiten |
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... tibi detur agros , Quodque afflata tuo marcescant lilia tabo , Et crocus , et pulchræ 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 pulchræ Cypridi sacra rosa ; Nec sinis , ut semper fluvio contermina quercus Miretur lapsus prætereuntis aquæ ? Et tibi succumbit , liquido quæ plurima cœlo ...
Seite 383
... tibi dent placidam per sua regna viam . At tu , si poteris , celeres tibi sume jugales , Vecta quibus Colchis fugit ab ore viri ; Aut queis Triptolemus Scythicas devenit in oras , Gratas Eleusina missus ab urbe puer . Atque ubi Germanas ...
... tibi dent placidam per sua regna viam . At tu , si poteris , celeres tibi sume jugales , Vecta quibus Colchis fugit ab ore viri ; Aut queis Triptolemus Scythicas devenit in oras , Gratas Eleusina missus ab urbe puer . Atque ubi Germanas ...
Seite 385
... tibi fuit impetus illi , Neve moras ultra ducere passus Amor ; Nam vaga Fama refert , heu nuntia vera malorum ! In tibi finitimis bella tumere locis , Teque tuamque urbem truculento milite cingi , Et jam Saxonicos arma parasse duces ...
... tibi fuit impetus illi , Neve moras ultra ducere passus Amor ; Nam vaga Fama refert , heu nuntia vera malorum ! In tibi finitimis bella tumere locis , Teque tuamque urbem truculento milite cingi , Et jam Saxonicos arma parasse duces ...
Seite 387
... tibi faciles hortantur amores , Mellitasque movent flamina verna preces : Cinnamea Zephyrus leve plaudit odorifer ala , Blanditiasque tibi ferre videntur aves . Nec sine dote tuos tumeraria quærit amores Terra , nec optatos poscit egena ...
... tibi faciles hortantur amores , Mellitasque movent flamina verna preces : Cinnamea Zephyrus leve plaudit odorifer ala , Blanditiasque tibi ferre videntur aves . Nec sine dote tuos tumeraria quærit amores Terra , nec optatos poscit egena ...
Seite 389
... tibi sanam non pleno ventre salutem , Qua tu distento forte carere potes . At tua quid nostram prolectat Musa camoenam , Nec sinit optatas posse sequi tenebras ? Carmine scire velis quam te redamemque colamque , Crede mihi vix hoc ...
... tibi sanam non pleno ventre salutem , Qua tu distento forte carere potes . At tua quid nostram prolectat Musa camoenam , Nec sinit optatas posse sequi tenebras ? Carmine scire velis quam te redamemque colamque , Crede mihi vix hoc ...
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Adam agni angels ANTISTROPHE appear'd arm'd arms aught behold bliss bright call'd cherub cherubim Chor cloud Comus Dagon dark death deeds deep delight didst divine doth dread dwell earth eternal evil eyes fair Father Faunus fear fire flame flowers fræna fruit glory gods grace hand happy hast hath heard heart heaven heavenly hell hill honour Israel John Milton Jove King light live Lord Lycidas Messiah mihi mortal Muse night numina nymphs o'er pain Paradise pass'd peace Philistines Phoebus praise quæ reign return'd round Satan scape seat seem'd serpent shade shalt sight Son of God song soon soul spake spirits stood strength sweet taste Thammuz thee thence thine things thou art thou hast thoughts throne Thyrsis thyself tibi tree Tu quoque turn'd vex'd virtue voice whence winds wings wonder
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Seite 283 - With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow To the full-voiced quire below In service high and anthems clear As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
Seite 272 - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame, nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
Seite 312 - AVENGE, O Lord, Thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; Even them, who kept Thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not. In Thy book record their groans, Who were Thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks.
Seite 276 - 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 forever from his eyes.
Seite 314 - Old Law did save, And such as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...
Seite 281 - Gently o'er the accustomed oak. Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy! 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 28 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ; She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Seite 276 - Shepherds, weep no more ! For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Seite 294 - 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 280 - Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys; Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sunbeams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus