The Poetical Works of John Milton: With the Life of the Author, Volumen2Fielding Lucas, Jun., and Joseph Cushing, 1813 - 565 páginas |
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... mind was set Serious to learn and know , and thence to do , What might be publie good ; myself I thought Born to that end , born to promote all truth , All righteous things : therefore , above my years , The law of God I read , and ...
... mind was set Serious to learn and know , and thence to do , What might be publie good ; myself I thought Born to that end , born to promote all truth , All righteous things : therefore , above my years , The law of God I read , and ...
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... mind Recalling what remarkably had pass'd Since first her salutation heard , with thoughts Meekly compos'd awaited the fulfilling : The while her son , tracing the desert wild , Sole , but with holiest meditations fed , 100 105 110 Into ...
... mind Recalling what remarkably had pass'd Since first her salutation heard , with thoughts Meekly compos'd awaited the fulfilling : The while her son , tracing the desert wild , Sole , but with holiest meditations fed , 100 105 110 Into ...
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... mind to greatest deeds . Therefore I am return'd , lest confidence 130 135 140 Of my success with Eve in Paradise Deceive ye to persuasion over - sure Of like succeeding here : I summon all Rather to be in readiness , with hand Or ...
... mind to greatest deeds . Therefore I am return'd , lest confidence 130 135 140 Of my success with Eve in Paradise Deceive ye to persuasion over - sure Of like succeeding here : I summon all Rather to be in readiness , with hand Or ...
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... mind , Made and set wholly on th ' accomplishment Of greatest things . What woman will you find , Though of this age ... minds Led captive ; cease to ' admire , and all her plumes Fall flat , and shrink into a trivial toy , At every ...
... mind , Made and set wholly on th ' accomplishment Of greatest things . What woman will you find , Though of this age ... minds Led captive ; cease to ' admire , and all her plumes Fall flat , and shrink into a trivial toy , At every ...
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... mind it , fed with better thoughts , that feed Me hung ring more to do my Father's will . " It was the hour of night , when thus the Son Commun'd in silent walk , then laid him down Under the hospitable covert nigh Of trees thick ...
... mind it , fed with better thoughts , that feed Me hung ring more to do my Father's will . " It was the hour of night , when thus the Son Commun'd in silent walk , then laid him down Under the hospitable covert nigh Of trees thick ...
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Página 199 - 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 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 195 - And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Página 75 - Tragedy, as it was anciently composed, hath been ever held the gravest, moralest, and most profitable of all other poems: therefore said by Aristotle to be of power, by raising pity and fear, or terror, to purge the mind of those and suchlike passions, that is, to temper and reduce them to just measure with a kind of delight, stirred up by reading or seeing those passions well imitated.
Página 217 - The lily and rose, that neither sow'd nor spun. What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, Of Attic taste, with wine, whence we may rise To hear the lute well touch'd, or artful voice Warble immortal notes and Tuscan air ? He who of those delights can judge, and spare To interpose them oft, is not unwise.
Página 192 - 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...
Página 203 - Where the great Vision of the guarded Mount Looks toward Namancos and Bayona's hold; Look homeward Angel now, and melt with ruth : And, O ye Dolphins, waft the hapless youth.
Página 202 - 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.
Página 184 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail bounteous May that dost inspire Mirth and youth, and warm desire; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish...
Página 191 - 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 sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
Página 202 - Return, Alpheus; the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.