The Poetical Works of John Milton: With LifeGall & Inglis, 1881 - 491 sider |
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Side 445
... quæ brachia vincant , Quæque fluit puro nectare tincta via , Et decus eximium frontis , tremulosque capillos , Aurea quæ fallax retia tendit Amor ; Pellacesque genas , ad quos Hyacinthina sordet Purpura , et ipse tui floris , Adoni ...
... quæ brachia vincant , Quæque fluit puro nectare tincta via , Et decus eximium frontis , tremulosque capillos , Aurea quæ fallax retia tendit Amor ; Pellacesque genas , ad quos Hyacinthina sordet Purpura , et ipse tui floris , Adoni ...
Side 447
... quæ plurima colo Evehitur pennis , quamlibet augur avis , Et quæ mille nigris errant animalia sylvis , Et quod alunt mutum Proteos antra pecus . Invida , tanti tibi cum sit concessa potestas ; Quid juvat humana tingere cæde manus ...
... quæ plurima colo Evehitur pennis , quamlibet augur avis , Et quæ mille nigris errant animalia sylvis , Et quod alunt mutum Proteos antra pecus . Invida , tanti tibi cum sit concessa potestas ; Quid juvat humana tingere cæde manus ...
Side 449
... quæ ducere nomen ab Hamâ , Cimbrica quem fertur clava dedisse neci . Vivit ibi antiquæ clarus pietatis honore Præsul Christicolas pascere doctus oves ; Ille quidem est animæ plusquam pars altera nostræ , Dimidio vitæ vivere cogor ego ...
... quæ ducere nomen ab Hamâ , Cimbrica quem fertur clava dedisse neci . Vivit ibi antiquæ clarus pietatis honore Præsul Christicolas pascere doctus oves ; Ille quidem est animæ plusquam pars altera nostræ , Dimidio vitæ vivere cogor ego ...
Side 450
... quæ patuere , solent . Non ferus in pavidos rictus diducit hiantes Vulnifico pronos nec rapit ungue leo . Sæpe sarissiferi crudelia pectora Thracis Supplicis ad moestas delicuere preces . Extensæque manus avertunt fulminis ictus ...
... quæ patuere , solent . Non ferus in pavidos rictus diducit hiantes Vulnifico pronos nec rapit ungue leo . Sæpe sarissiferi crudelia pectora Thracis Supplicis ad moestas delicuere preces . Extensæque manus avertunt fulminis ictus ...
Side 452
... quæ retineret equos . Læta suas repetit sylvas , pharetramque resumit Cynthia , Luciferas ut videt alta rotas ; Et tenues ponens radios gaudere videtur 66 Officium fieri tam breve fratris ope . Desere , " Phoebus ait , " thalamos Aurora ...
... quæ retineret equos . Læta suas repetit sylvas , pharetramque resumit Cynthia , Luciferas ut videt alta rotas ; Et tenues ponens radios gaudere videtur 66 Officium fieri tam breve fratris ope . Desere , " Phoebus ait , " thalamos Aurora ...
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Adam agni amorous angels Antistrophe arms aught beast behold bliss bright cherub cherubim Chor cloud Comus Dagon dark death deeds deep delight didst divine doth dread dwell earth eternal evil eyes fair faith Father fear fire flowers fræna fruit glory gods grace Hæc hand happy hast hath heard heart heaven heavenly hell hill honour ipse Israel King lest light live Lord lost Lycidas malè Messiah mihi Milton morn mortal nigh night numina o'er Olympo pain Paradise Paradise Lost peace Philistines praise PSALM quæ reign round Satan seat serpent shade shalt sight Son of God song soon soul spake spirits stood strength sweet taste thee thence thine things thither thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi tree Tu quoque ulmo virtue voice whence winds wings wonder Zephyro
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Side 375 - 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.
Side 383 - 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...
Side 342 - 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.
Side 374 - But hail! thou Goddess sage and holy! Hail, divinest Melancholy! Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight, And therefore to our weaker view O'erlaid with black, staid Wisdom's hue; Black, but such as in esteem Prince Memnon's sister might beseem, Or that starred Ethiop queen that strove To set her beauty's praise above The Sea-Nymphs, and their powers offended.
Side 377 - And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
Side 4 - Before all temples the upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for thou know'st ; thou from the first Wast present, and, with mighty wings outspread, Dove-like sat'st brooding on the vast abyss, And mad'st it pregnant : what in me is dark Illumine ; what is low raise and support ; That to the height of this great argument I may assert eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to man.
Side 389 - The hooked chariot stood Unstained with hostile blood ; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng ; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by.
Side 219 - O unexpected stroke, worse than of death ! Must I thus leave thee, Paradise ? thus leave Thee, native soil! these happy walks and shades, Fit haunt of gods ? where I had hope to spend, Quiet though sad, the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both.
Side 6 - Extort from me. To bow and sue for grace With suppliant knee, and deify his power Who from the terror of this arm so late Doubted his empire, that were low indeed; That were an ignominy...
Side 369 - Youth and Joy; so Jove hath sworn. But now my task is smoothly done, I can fly or I can run Quickly to the green earth's end, Where the bowed welkin slow doth bend ; And from thence can soar as soon To the corners of the moon.