Milton's LycidasGinn and Heath, 1879 - 38 páginas |
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... Italian and Spanish poets of prime note , have re- jected rime , both in longer and shorter works , as have also long since our best English tragedies , as a thing of itself , to all ju- The Verse . Most of the copies of the first ...
... Italian and Spanish poets of prime note , have re- jected rime , both in longer and shorter works , as have also long since our best English tragedies , as a thing of itself , to all ju- The Verse . Most of the copies of the first ...
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... Italy by Goths and Huns , when all good verses , and all good learning too , were destroyed by them . ' " Milton's invective against Rhyme , I suspect , is to be received cum grano . He was probably provoked to strength of statement by ...
... Italy by Goths and Huns , when all good verses , and all good learning too , were destroyed by them . ' " Milton's invective against Rhyme , I suspect , is to be received cum grano . He was probably provoked to strength of statement by ...
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... Italian from the Sicilian shore . " See Eneid , III . 411 , 414 , 416 , etc. The strait is now about a mile and a half wide . - 233. Thundering Etna . Tonat Etna , Etna thunders , says Virgil . See the passage , Eneid , III . 571 to 578 ...
... Italian from the Sicilian shore . " See Eneid , III . 411 , 414 , 416 , etc. The strait is now about a mile and a half wide . - 233. Thundering Etna . Tonat Etna , Etna thunders , says Virgil . See the passage , Eneid , III . 571 to 578 ...
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... Italy alone . See the passages cited , Eneid , VIII . 319 , etc .; Ov . Fast . I. 235 , etc. Adria , the Adriatic . Hesperian ( σrepos , hesperus , vesper , evening , west --- - And o'er the Celtic roamed the utmost isles . PARADISE ...
... Italy alone . See the passages cited , Eneid , VIII . 319 , etc .; Ov . Fast . I. 235 , etc. Adria , the Adriatic . Hesperian ( σrepos , hesperus , vesper , evening , west --- - And o'er the Celtic roamed the utmost isles . PARADISE ...
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... Italian , so called because west of Greece . -521 . Celtic fields or region , France ( and perhaps Spain ) . Isles , British . Utmost , as in 1. 74 , farthest . 522. More . Scandinavian deities ? Turanian ? Indian ? 526. Loss itself ...
... Italian , so called because west of Greece . -521 . Celtic fields or region , France ( and perhaps Spain ) . Isles , British . Utmost , as in 1. 74 , farthest . 522. More . Scandinavian deities ? Turanian ? Indian ? 526. Loss itself ...
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Página 8 - 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. He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear.
Página 6 - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. 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.
Página 14 - Ay me, I fondly dream! Had ye been there — for what could that have done? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself, for her enchanting son, Whom universal nature did lament, 60 When by the rout that made the hideous roar His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore?
Página xxix - Anon out of the earth a fabric huge Rose like an exhalation, with the sound Of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet— Built like a temple, where pilasters round Were set, and Doric pillars overlaid With golden architrave; nor did there want Cornice or frieze, with bossy sculptures graven: The roof was fretted gold.
Página 10 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise...
Página 5 - LYCIDAS In this Monody the Author bewails a learned Friend, unfortunately drowned in his passage from Chester on the Irish Seas, 1637 ; and, by occasion, foretells the ruin of our corrupted Clergy, then in their height. YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year.
Página 34 - Through the dear might of Him that walked 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 for ever from his eyes.
Página 27 - In billows, leave i' the midst a horrid vale. Then with expanded wings he steers his flight Aloft, incumbent on the dusky air, That felt unusual weight; till on dry land He lights; if it were land that ever...
Página 32 - Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views At evening from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, 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...