The Poetical Works of John MiltonRoutledge, 1857 - 570 Seiten |
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... God's good providence protecting him , he came safe to his kind friends at Florence , where he was received with as much joy and affection as if he had re- turned into his own country . Here , likewise , he stayed two months , as he had ...
... God's good providence protecting him , he came safe to his kind friends at Florence , where he was received with as much joy and affection as if he had re- turned into his own country . Here , likewise , he stayed two months , as he had ...
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... gods and heavenly essences Can perish for the mind and spirit remains Invincible , and vigour soon returns , Though all our glory extinct , and happy state Here swallowed up in endless misery . But what if he our Conqueror ( whom I now ...
... gods and heavenly essences Can perish for the mind and spirit remains Invincible , and vigour soon returns , Though all our glory extinct , and happy state Here swallowed up in endless misery . But what if he our Conqueror ( whom I now ...
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... God's high sufferance , for the trial of man , By falsities and lies the greatest part 1 This comparison does not ... God their Creator , 14 B. 1. 347-367 MILTON'S POETICAL WORKS.
... God's high sufferance , for the trial of man , By falsities and lies the greatest part 1 This comparison does not ... God their Creator , 14 B. 1. 347-367 MILTON'S POETICAL WORKS.
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... God , Their altars by his altar , God's adored Among the nations round , and durst abide Jehovah thundering out of Sion , throned Between the cherubim ; 1 yea , often placed Within his sanctuary itself their shrines , 2 Abominations ...
... God , Their altars by his altar , God's adored Among the nations round , and durst abide Jehovah thundering out of Sion , throned Between the cherubim ; 1 yea , often placed Within his sanctuary itself their shrines , 2 Abominations ...
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... God was bold : seasons of the year , especially about the feast of Adonis , is of a bloody colour , which the heathens looked upon as proceeding from a kind of sympathy in the river for the death of Adonis , who was killed by a wild ...
... God was bold : seasons of the year , especially about the feast of Adonis , is of a bloody colour , which the heathens looked upon as proceeding from a kind of sympathy in the river for the death of Adonis , who was killed by a wild ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Adam agni angels arms aught beast behold bliss bright BROTHER called cherubim cloud COMUS Corineus Dagon dark death deep delight Demogorgon divine doth dread dwell earth Estrildis eternal Euphrates evil eyes fair Father fear fire flowers fruit glory gods grace hand happy hast hath head heard Heaven heavenly Hell hill honour Israel king labour LADY lest light live Locrine Lord lost Lycidas MANOAH Messiah mihi Milton mortal night numina o'er Paradise Paradise Lost Paradise Regained peace poem praise PSALM quæ reign round SAMSON Samson Agonistes Satan seems serpent shade shalt sight Son of God song soon soul spake spirits stars stood sweet taste thee thence thine things thou thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi tree virtue voice whence winds wings wonder words
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 54 - Tunes her nocturnal note: thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Seite 55 - And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. So much the rather thou, celestial Light, Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate ; there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight.
Seite 422 - There, held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till With a sad, leaden, downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast.
Seite 464 - Phoebus replied, and touched my trembling ears ; ' Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies : But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove ; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.
Seite 466 - What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw; The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread: Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said: — But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Seite 466 - Last came, and last did go, The pilot of the Galilean lake; Two massy keys he bore of metals twain, (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain) He shook his mitred locks, and stern bespake ; How well could I have spared for thee, young swain, Enow of such as for their bellies' sake Creep, and intrude, and climb into the fold?
Seite 111 - His praise, ye winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye pines; With every plant, in sign of worship wave. Fountains, and ye that warble, as ye flow, Melodious murmurs, warbling tune His praise.
Seite 418 - 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 423 - Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft, on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off Curfew sound Over some wide-watered shore, Swinging slow with sullen roar. Or, if the air will not permit, Some still, removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom, Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm, To bless the doors from nightly harm.
Seite 405 - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.