Paradise LostGeo. S. Appleton, 1851 - 415 páginas |
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Página xxi
... I thus record thy gifts , And bear them treasured in a grateful mind . Ye , too , the favourite pastime of my youth , My voluntary numbers ! if ye dare To hope longevity , and to survive Your master's funeral LIFE OF MILTON . xxi.
... I thus record thy gifts , And bear them treasured in a grateful mind . Ye , too , the favourite pastime of my youth , My voluntary numbers ! if ye dare To hope longevity , and to survive Your master's funeral LIFE OF MILTON . xxi.
Página xxii
John Milton. To hope longevity , and to survive Your master's funeral , not soon absorb'd In the oblivious Lethean gulf , Shall to futurity perhaps convey This theme , and by these praises of my sire Improve the fathers of a distant age ...
John Milton. To hope longevity , and to survive Your master's funeral , not soon absorb'd In the oblivious Lethean gulf , Shall to futurity perhaps convey This theme , and by these praises of my sire Improve the fathers of a distant age ...
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... hope and adventure , both of mind and body . Had Milton's mind at this epoch been so strongly infected with puritanism as his enemies averred , he could not have enjoyed Italian manners and Italian genius . There he saw all the pomp and ...
... hope and adventure , both of mind and body . Had Milton's mind at this epoch been so strongly infected with puritanism as his enemies averred , he could not have enjoyed Italian manners and Italian genius . There he saw all the pomp and ...
Página xl
... hope for the cheerful dawn ; never more hear the bird of morning sing . Be moved with pity at the afflicted state of this our shaken monarchy , that now lies labouring under her throes , and struggling against the grudges of more ...
... hope for the cheerful dawn ; never more hear the bird of morning sing . Be moved with pity at the afflicted state of this our shaken monarchy , that now lies labouring under her throes , and struggling against the grudges of more ...
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... hope and defence , that thine enemies have been consulting all the sorceries of the great whore , and have joined their plots with that sad intelligencing tyrant that mischiefs the world with his mines of Ophir , and lies thirsting to ...
... hope and defence , that thine enemies have been consulting all the sorceries of the great whore , and have joined their plots with that sad intelligencing tyrant that mischiefs the world with his mines of Ophir , and lies thirsting to ...
Términos y frases comunes
Adam Adam and Eve Addison Æneid Almighty ancient angels appear beautiful behold bliss bright call'd Chaos character cherubim cloud Comus creation creatures dark death deep delight divine earth eternal evil eyes fable fair Father fire fruit gates genius glory grace happy hath heart heaven heavenly hell holy Homer honour human Iliad imagery imagination infernal invention John Milton King language learning less light live Lord Lycidas mankind Messiah Milton mind Moloch moral Muse nature never NEWTON night o'er observes Ovid Paradise Lost Paradise Regained passage passion perhaps poem poet poetical poetry praise reader rebel angels Samson Agonistes Satan says Scripture seem'd sentiments serpent sight spake speech Spenser spirit stood sublime sweet taste thee thence thine things thou hast thought throne tree verse vex'd Virgil virtue voice Warton whence wings wonder words
Pasajes populares
Página 113 - Spanish poets of prime note have rejected rime both in longer and shorter works, as have also long since our best English tragedies, as a thing of itself, to all judicious ears, trivial and of no true musical delight; which consists only in apt numbers, fit quantity of syllables, and the sense variously drawn out from one verse into another...
Página 175 - 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 everduring 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.
Página 175 - 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.
Página xvi - 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.
Página xxx - Arm his profane tongue with contemptuous words Against the sun-clad power of Chastity Fain would I something say; — yet to what end? Thou hast nor ear, nor soul, to apprehend The sublime notion and high mystery That must be uttered to unfold the sage And serious doctrine of Virginity; And thou art worthy that thou shouldst not know More happiness than this thy present lot.
Página 122 - The seat of desolation, void of light, Save what the glimmering of these livid flames Casts pale and dreadful ? thither let us tend From off the tossing of these fiery waves ; There rest, if any rest can...
Página 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?
Página lxxx - Those other two, equalled with me in fate So were I equalled with them in renown, Blind Thamyris, and blind Maeonides, And Tiresias and Phineus prophets old. Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note...
Página 174 - Or hear'st thou rather, pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell? Before the sun, Before the Heavens thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle, didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless infinite.
Página 195 - Me miserable! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath and infinite despair? Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep, Still threatening to devour me, opens wide, To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven.