The Poetical Works of John Milton, Volumen1

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W. Pickering, 1852

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Página 82 - Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note...
Página 139 - But neither breath of morn, when she ascends With charm of earliest birds; nor rising sun On this delightful land; nor herb, fruit, flower, Glistering with dew; nor fragrance after showers; Nor grateful evening mild; nor silent night, With this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon, Or glittering starlight, without thee is sweet But wherefore all night long shine these?
Página 2 - OF Man's First Disobedience, and the Fruit Of that Forbidden Tree, whose mortal taste Brought Death into the World, and all our woe, With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Restore us, and regain the blissful Seat, Sing Heav'nly Muse, that on the secret top Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire That Shepherd, who first taught the chosen Seed, In the Beginning how the Heav'ns and Earth Rose out of Chaos...
Página 83 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine: But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me...
Página 116 - So farewell hope ; and with hope, farewell fear ; Farewell remorse : all good to me is lost ; Evil be thou my good : by thee, at least, Divided empire with heaven's King I hold : By thee, and more than half, perhaps, will reign, As man, ere long, and this new world, shall know.
Página 26 - Phlegra with the heroic race were join'd That fought at Thebes and Ilium, on each side Mix'd with auxiliar gods ; and what resounds In fable or romance of Uther's son Begirt with British and Armoric knights...
Página 43 - To be no more : sad cure! for who would lose, Though full of pain, this intellectual being, Those thoughts that wander through eternity., To perish rather, swallow'd up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated night, Devoid of sense and motion?
Página 132 - What thou seest, What there thou seest, fair Creature, is thyself; With thee it came and goes : but follow me, And I will bring thee where no shadow stays Thy coming, and thy soft embraces, he Whose image thou art: him thou shalt enjoy Inseparably thine, to him shalt bear Multitudes like thyself, and thence be call'd Mother of human race.
Página 94 - No sooner had the Almighty ceased, but all The multitude of angels with a shout," •** Loud as from numbers without number, sweet As from blest voices, uttering joy ; heaven rung With jubilee, and loud hosannas fill'd The eternal regions.
Página 138 - Fair consort, the hour Of night, and all things now retired to rest, Mind us of like repose ; since God hath set Labour and rest, as day and night, to men Successive; and the timely dew of sleep, Now falling with soft slumbrous weight, inclines Our eyelids...

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