The Poetical Works of John Milton: With LifeGall & Inglis, 1881 - 491 sider |
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... thee , and pangs unfelt before . " So spake the grisly terror , and in shape , So speaking and so threatening , grew ... thee to bend that mortal dart Against thy father's head and knowest for whom ; For him who sits above and laughs the ...
... thee , and pangs unfelt before . " So spake the grisly terror , and in shape , So speaking and so threatening , grew ... thee to bend that mortal dart Against thy father's head and knowest for whom ; For him who sits above and laughs the ...
Side 39
... thee combined In bold conspiracy against heaven's King , All on a sudden miserable pain Surprised thee , dim thine eyes , and dizzy swum In darkness , while thy head flames thick and fast Threw forth ; till , on the left side opening ...
... thee combined In bold conspiracy against heaven's King , All on a sudden miserable pain Surprised thee , dim thine eyes , and dizzy swum In darkness , while thy head flames thick and fast Threw forth ; till , on the left side opening ...
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... thee unblamed ? since God is light , And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity , dwelt then in thee , Bright effluence of bright essence increate . Or hearest thou rather , pure ethereal stream , Whose fountain who shall ...
... thee unblamed ? since God is light , And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity , dwelt then in thee , Bright effluence of bright essence increate . Or hearest thou rather , pure ethereal stream , Whose fountain who shall ...
Side 49
... thee ever blest . For should man finally be lost , should man , Thy creature late so loved , thy youngest son , Fall circunvented thus by fraud , though joined With his own folly ? That be from thee far . That far be from thee , Father ...
... thee ever blest . For should man finally be lost , should man , Thy creature late so loved , thy youngest son , Fall circunvented thus by fraud , though joined With his own folly ? That be from thee far . That far be from thee , Father ...
Side 52
... Thee from my bosom and right hand , to save . By losing thee a while , the whole race lost . Thou , therefore , whom thou only canst redeem , Their nature also to thy nature join ; And be thyself man among men on earth , Made flesh ...
... Thee from my bosom and right hand , to save . By losing thee a while , the whole race lost . Thou , therefore , whom thou only canst redeem , Their nature also to thy nature join ; And be thyself man among men on earth , Made flesh ...
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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.