The Poetical Works of John Milton: With a Memoir, and Critical Remarks on His Genius and Writings, by James Montgomery; and One Hundred and Twenty Engravings by John Thompson, S. and T. Williams, O. Smith, J. Linton, &c., from Drawings by William Harvey, Volumen2Tilt and Bogue, 1843 |
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... less a person than the Son of God ; to which he adds what his own reflections and inquiries had supplied , in con- firmation of this great truth , and particularly dwells on the recent attestation of it at the river Jordan . Our Lord ...
... less a person than the Son of God ; to which he adds what his own reflections and inquiries had supplied , in con- firmation of this great truth , and particularly dwells on the recent attestation of it at the river Jordan . Our Lord ...
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... Less overweening , since he fail'd in Job , Whose constant perseverance overcame Whate'er his cruel malice could invent . He now shall know I can produce a man , Of female seed , far abler to resist All his solicitations , and at length ...
... Less overweening , since he fail'd in Job , Whose constant perseverance overcame Whate'er his cruel malice could invent . He now shall know I can produce a man , Of female seed , far abler to resist All his solicitations , and at length ...
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... less in me than desire To see thee , and approach thee , whom I know Declared the Son of God , to hear attent Thy wisdom , and behold thy God - like deeds ? Men generally think me much a foe To all mankind : why should I ? they to me ...
... less in me than desire To see thee , and approach thee , whom I know Declared the Son of God , to hear attent Thy wisdom , and behold thy God - like deeds ? Men generally think me much a foe To all mankind : why should I ? they to me ...
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... less ? ) that man , Man fallen , shall be restored ; I never more . ' 99 To whom our Saviour sternly thus replied : " Deservedly thou grievest , composed of lies From the beginning , and in lies wilt end ; Who boast'st release from hell ...
... less ? ) that man , Man fallen , shall be restored ; I never more . ' 99 To whom our Saviour sternly thus replied : " Deservedly thou grievest , composed of lies From the beginning , and in lies wilt end ; Who boast'st release from hell ...
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... less advanced , And fears as imminent , above the lot Of other women , by the birth I bore ; In such a season born , whence scarce a shed Could be obtain'd to shelter him or me From the bleak air : a stable was our warmth , VOL . II . E ...
... less advanced , And fears as imminent , above the lot Of other women , by the birth I bore ; In such a season born , whence scarce a shed Could be obtain'd to shelter him or me From the bleak air : a stable was our warmth , VOL . II . E ...
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aëre agni Amor angels ANTISTROPHE Atque aught behold canst captive carmina choro Comus Dagon dark death deeds Deûm didst divine domino jam domum impasti dost doth dread earth enemies etiam eyes fair fame father fear feast foes fræna glorious glory gods habet Hæc hand hath hear heard heaven holy honour igne illa ille ipse Israel jam non vacat Jesus kings Lady Lord lumina Lycidas malè Manoah mihi mortal night numbers numina Nunc nymph o'er Olympo PARADISE REGAINED peace Philistines Phoebus praise PSALM Quà quæ quid quoque reign sæpe Sams Samson Satan Saviour shades shalt shame shepherd sing Son of God song soul spirits strength sweet tempter thee thence thine things thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi truth Tu quoque ulmo urbe virgin virtue voice wilt
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Página 203 - 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.
Página 196 - Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow, Through the sweet-briar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine : While the cock, with lively din, Scatters the rear of darkness thin, And to the stack, or the barn-door, Stoutly struts his dames before: Oft listening how the hounds and horn Cheerly rouse the slumbering morn, From the side of some hoar hill, Through the high wood echoing shrill.
Página 227 - But see, the Virgin blest Hath laid her Babe to rest, Time is, our tedious song should here have ending Heaven's youngest-teemed star Hath fix'd her polish'd car, Her sleeping Lord, with handmaid lamp, attending ; And all about the courtly stable Bright-harness'd angels sit in order serviceable.
Página 221 - With her great master so to sympathize : It was no season then for her To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour. Only with speeches fair She woos the gentle air To hide her guilty front with innocent snow ; And on her naked shame, Pollute with sinful blame, The saintly veil of maiden white to throw; Confounded that her maker's eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities.
Página 159 - Begin to cast a beam on the outward shape, The unpolluted temple of the mind, And turns it by degrees to the soul's essence, Till all be made immortal : but when lust, By unchaste looks, loose gestures, and foul talk, But most by lewd and lavish act of sin, Lets in defilement to the inward parts, The soul grows clotted by contagion, Imbodies, and imbrutes, till she quite lose The divine property of her first be^ ing.
Página 197 - Hard by, a cottage chimney smokes From betwixt two aged oaks, Where Corydon and Thyrsis, met, Are at their savoury dinner set Of herbs, and other country messes Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses...
Página 192 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Página 191 - The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears : Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Página 187 - 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 190 - Built in the eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next, Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe.