The Poetical Works of John Milton: With a Memoir and Critical Remarkds on His Genius and Writings, Volumen2H. G. Bohn, 1861 |
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... thyself , and us relieve With food , whereof we wretched seldom taste . " He ended , and the Son of God replied : 350 " Think'st thou such force in bread ? Is it not written ( For I discern thee other than thou seem'st ) , Man lives not ...
... thyself , and us relieve With food , whereof we wretched seldom taste . " He ended , and the Son of God replied : 350 " Think'st thou such force in bread ? Is it not written ( For I discern thee other than thou seem'st ) , Man lives not ...
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... thyself ascribest the truth foretold . But this thy glory shall be soon retrench'd ; No more shalt thou , by oracling , abuse The Gentiles ; henceforth oracles are ceased , And thou no more , with pomp and sacrifice , VOL . II . C 450 ...
... thyself ascribest the truth foretold . But this thy glory shall be soon retrench'd ; No more shalt thou , by oracling , abuse The Gentiles ; henceforth oracles are ceased , And thou no more , with pomp and sacrifice , VOL . II . C 450 ...
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... thyself ; because of old Thou thyself doat'st on womankind , admiring Their shape , their colour , and attractive grace , 150 160 170 None are , thou think'st , but taken with such 28 PARADISE REGAINED .
... thyself ; because of old Thou thyself doat'st on womankind , admiring Their shape , their colour , and attractive grace , 150 160 170 None are , thou think'st , but taken with such 28 PARADISE REGAINED .
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... thyself Bred up in poverty and straits at home , Lost in a desert here , and hunger - bit : Which way , or from what hope , dost thou aspire To greatness ? whence authority derivest ? What followers , what retinue canst thou gain , Or ...
... thyself Bred up in poverty and straits at home , Lost in a desert here , and hunger - bit : Which way , or from what hope , dost thou aspire To greatness ? whence authority derivest ? What followers , what retinue canst thou gain , Or ...
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... thyself The fame and glory ; glory , the reward That sole excites to high attempts , the flame Of most erected spirits , most temper'd pure Ethereal , who all pleasures else despise , All treasures and all gain esteem as dross , And ...
... thyself The fame and glory ; glory , the reward That sole excites to high attempts , the flame Of most erected spirits , most temper'd pure Ethereal , who all pleasures else despise , All treasures and all gain esteem as dross , And ...
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aëre agni Amor angels Atque aught behold canst captive choro Comus Dagon dark death deeds didst divine domino jam domum impasti dost doth dread earth enemies eyes fair fame father fear feast foes fræna glorious glory gods Hæc hand hath hear heard heaven holy honour igne illa ille ipse Israel jam non vacat Jehovah Jesus kings Lady light Lord lumina Lycidas malè Manoah mihi mortal night numbers numina Nunc nymph o'er Olympo PARADISE REGAINED Parthian peace Philistines praise PSALM quæ quid quoque reign sæpe Sams Samson Satan Saviour shades shalt shame shepherd sing Son of God song soul spake spirits strength sweet tempter thee thence thine things thou thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi truth Tu quoque ulmo urbe virgin virtue voice wilt winds wings wood
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Página 207 - 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; Or let my lamp at midnight hour Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft out-watch the Bear...
Página 206 - But, first and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation; And the mute Silence hist along, 'Less Philomel will deign a song...
Página 142 - 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.
Página 229 - The lonely mountains o'er, And the resounding shore, A voice of weeping heard and loud lament ; From haunted spring and dale, Edged with poplar pale, The parting genius is with sighing sent ; With flower-inwoven tresses torn, The nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
Página 205 - Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring, Aye round about Jove's altar sing ; And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens takes his pleasure. But first, and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon...
Página 241 - 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 thee long.
Página 202 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit, or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry, Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Página 218 - God's trophies, and his work pursued, While Darwen stream, with blood of Scots imbrued, And Dunbar field, resounds thy praises loud, And Worcester's laureate wreath.
Página 198 - HENCE, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy! Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings, And the night-raven sings; There, under ebon shades and low-browed rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Página 195 - Herdman's art belongs! 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.