Milton's LycidasGinn and Heath, 1879 - 38 páginas |
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... gate opens on Chaos , and from it runs a broad and ample road , ' powdered with stars , ' whose dust is gold , to the throne of God . The throne is in the midst of Heaven , high on the sacred hill , lost in ineffable light ...
... gate opens on Chaos , and from it runs a broad and ample road , ' powdered with stars , ' whose dust is gold , to the throne of God . The throne is in the midst of Heaven , high on the sacred hill , lost in ineffable light ...
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... gates . rean . " Our World , as Milton calls it , the whole solar system and the stars , is linked to Heaven and to ... gate . Over against the stairs a passage down to the earth opens into the hollow sphere . ' From the gifted critic ...
... gates . rean . " Our World , as Milton calls it , the whole solar system and the stars , is linked to Heaven and to ... gate . Over against the stairs a passage down to the earth opens into the hollow sphere . ' From the gifted critic ...
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... gates of Heaven open wide to let him pass forth ; and , clothed with majesty , and accompanied with thousands of Seraphim and Cherubim , anxious to behold the great work to be done , he does pass forth — far into that very Chaos through ...
... gates of Heaven open wide to let him pass forth ; and , clothed with majesty , and accompanied with thousands of Seraphim and Cherubim , anxious to behold the great work to be done , he does pass forth — far into that very Chaos through ...
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... gate from Heaven - gate is exactly three semidiameters of the Human or Starry Universe ( I. 73 , 74 ) . Meanwhile , just as this final and stupendous modification of the map of Infinitude has been accomplished , Satan and his rebel ad ...
... gate from Heaven - gate is exactly three semidiameters of the Human or Starry Universe ( I. 73 , 74 ) . Meanwhile , just as this final and stupendous modification of the map of Infinitude has been accomplished , Satan and his rebel ad ...
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... Gates Pandemonium . ( DRY . ) MOIST ( COLD . ) WEST . The four champions , here no longer struggling with one another , can bring in turn all their malignant force to bear upon the denizens of Hell . It must be kept in mind that Dante's ...
... Gates Pandemonium . ( DRY . ) MOIST ( COLD . ) WEST . The four champions , here no longer struggling with one another , can bring in turn all their malignant force to bear upon the denizens of Hell . It must be kept in mind that Dante's ...
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Pasajes populares
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 27 - And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet 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 daffadillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Página 10 - Under the opening eyelids of the morn, We drove a-field, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn, Battening our flocks with the fresh dews of night, Oft till the star that rose at evening, bright, Toward heaven's descent had sloped his westering wheel.
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 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 7 - 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.
Página 22 - And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw...
Página 55 - Sheer o'er the crystal battlements : from morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, A summer's day ; and with the setting sun Dropt from the zenith like a falling star...
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 19 - What hard mishap hath doomed this gentle swain? And questioned every gust of rugged wings That blows from off each beaked promontory : They knew not of his story, And sage Hippotades their answer brings, That not a blast was from his dungeon strayed, The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters played.