Selections from the Prose and Poetry of John MiltonHoughton, Mifflin, 1923 - 310 páginas |
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... Hast thou no verse , no hymn , or solemn strain , To welcome him to this his new abode , 20 Now while the heaven , by the Sun's team untrod , Hath took no print of the approaching light , And all the spangled host keep watch in ...
... Hast thou no verse , no hymn , or solemn strain , To welcome him to this his new abode , 20 Now while the heaven , by the Sun's team untrod , Hath took no print of the approaching light , And all the spangled host keep watch in ...
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... hast immanacled while Heaven sees good . 660 Comus . Why are you vexed , Lady ? why do you frown ? Here dwell no frowns , nor anger ; from these gates Sorrow flies far . See , here be all the pleasures That fancy can beget on youthful ...
... hast immanacled while Heaven sees good . 660 Comus . Why are you vexed , Lady ? why do you frown ? Here dwell no frowns , nor anger ; from these gates Sorrow flies far . See , here be all the pleasures That fancy can beget on youthful ...
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... hast banished from thy tongue with lies . Was this the cottage and the safe abode 689 Thou told'st me of ? What grim aspects ' are these , These ugly - headed monsters ? Mercy guard me ! Hence with thy brewed enchantments , foul ...
... hast banished from thy tongue with lies . Was this the cottage and the safe abode 689 Thou told'st me of ? What grim aspects ' are these , These ugly - headed monsters ? Mercy guard me ! Hence with thy brewed enchantments , foul ...
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... to what end ? Thou hast nor ear , nor soul , to apprehend The sublime notion and high mystery That must be uttered to unfold the sage 770 780 And serious doctrine of Virginity ; And thou art worthy 88 SELECTIONS FROM THE MINOR POEMS.
... to what end ? Thou hast nor ear , nor soul , to apprehend The sublime notion and high mystery That must be uttered to unfold the sage 770 780 And serious doctrine of Virginity ; And thou art worthy 88 SELECTIONS FROM THE MINOR POEMS.
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... hast ploughed , And on the neck of crowned Fortune proud a Hast reared 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 ...
... hast ploughed , And on the neck of crowned Fortune proud a Hast reared 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 ...
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Adam Adam and Eve Angels Arethuse arms beast Beelzebub behold Belial bliss bower burning lake celestial Cherub Cherubim Comus creatures dark death deep delight divine dreadful Earth eternal evil eyes fair faith father fear fell fierce fiery fire flames flowers foul fruit glory gods grace hand happy hast thou hate hath heard Heaven Heavenly Hell highth hill honour hope horrid infernal Ithuriel King L'Allegro less light live Locrine lost Lycidas Milton mind Moloch morning mortal Muse night o'er pain Pandæmonium Paradise Paradise Lost Paradise Regained peace poem reign revenge round Samson Agonistes sapience Satan Satan return seat seemed Serpent shade shame sight song soon spake Spirits stood sweet taste Thammuz thee thence Theocritus things thither thought throne thunder thyself Tree virtue voice whence winds wings worse Zephon
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Página 99 - Phoebus replied, and touched my trembling ears: "Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies, But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.
Página 97 - And all their echoes, mourn. The willows, and the hazel copses green, Shall now no more be seen Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the canker to the rose, Or taint-worm to the weanling herds that graze, Or frost to flowers, that their gay wardrobe wear, When first the white-thorn blows ; Such, Lycidas, thy loss to shepherd's ear.
Página 102 - And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes. Now, Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more ; Henceforth thou art the genius of the shore In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood.
Página 56 - 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 84 - Canace to wife, That owned the virtuous ring and glass, And of the wondrous horse of brass On which the Tartar king did ride...
Página 100 - 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. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes, That on the green turf suck the honeyed showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Página 56 - Russet lawns, and fallows gray, Where the nibbling flocks do stray ; Mountains, on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest ; Meadows trim, with daisies pied ; Shallow brooks, and rivers wide ; Towers and battlements it sees Bosomed high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some beauty lies, The cynosure of neighbouring eyes.
Página 132 - Archangel: but his face Deep scars of thunder had intrenched, and care Sat on his faded cheek, but under brows Of dauntless courage, and considerate* pride Waiting revenge. Cruel his eye, but cast Signs of remorse and passion to behold The fellows of his crime, the followers rather (Far other once beheld in bliss), condemned For ever now to have their lot in pain...
Página 76 - May sit i' the centre, and enjoy bright day ; But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the mid-day sun ; Himself is his own dungeon.
Página 55 - Euphrosyne, And by men, heart-easing Mirth, Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore...