The Poetical Works of John Milton: To which is Prefixed a Biography of the AuthorAppleton, 1868 - 574 sider |
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Side 532
... tibi sanam non pleno ventre salutem, Qua tu distento forte carere potes. At tua quid nostram prolectat Musa camcenam, Nee sinit optatas posse sequi tenebras? Carmine scire velis quam te redamemque colamque, Crede mihi vix hoc carmine ...
... tibi sanam non pleno ventre salutem, Qua tu distento forte carere potes. At tua quid nostram prolectat Musa camcenam, Nee sinit optatas posse sequi tenebras? Carmine scire velis quam te redamemque colamque, Crede mihi vix hoc carmine ...
Side 521
... tibi prima Maro . Tempora nam licet hic placidis dare libera Musis , Et totum rapiunt me mea vita libri . Excipit hinc fessum sinuosi pompa theatri , Et vocat ad plausus garrula scena suos . Seu catus auditur senior , seu prodigus hæres ...
... tibi prima Maro . Tempora nam licet hic placidis dare libera Musis , Et totum rapiunt me mea vita libri . Excipit hinc fessum sinuosi pompa theatri , Et vocat ad plausus garrula scena suos . Seu catus auditur senior , seu prodigus hæres ...
Side 522
... stolis . Gloria Virginibus debetur prima Britannis , Extera sat tibi sit fœmina posse sequi . Tuque urbs Dardaniis , Londinum , structa colonis , Turrigerum latè conspicienda caput , Tu nimium felix intra tua 522 MILTON'S POETICAL WORKS .
... stolis . Gloria Virginibus debetur prima Britannis , Extera sat tibi sit fœmina posse sequi . Tuque urbs Dardaniis , Londinum , structa colonis , Turrigerum latè conspicienda caput , Tu nimium felix intra tua 522 MILTON'S POETICAL WORKS .
Side 523
... tibi tot cœlo scintillant astra sereno , Endymioneæ turba ministra deæ , Quot tibi , conspicua formâque auroque puellæ Per medias radiant turba videnda vias . Creditur huc geminis venisse invecta columbis Alma pharetrigero milite cincta ...
... tibi tot cœlo scintillant astra sereno , Endymioneæ turba ministra deæ , Quot tibi , conspicua formâque auroque puellæ Per medias radiant turba videnda vias . Creditur huc geminis venisse invecta columbis Alma pharetrigero milite cincta ...
Side 524
... tibi detur agros , Quodque afflata tuo marcescant lilia tabo , Et crocus , et pulchræ Cypridi sacra rosa , Nec sinis ut semper fluvio contermina quercus Miretur lapsus prætereuntis aquæ ? Et tibi succumbit liquido quæ plurima cœlo ...
... tibi detur agros , Quodque afflata tuo marcescant lilia tabo , Et crocus , et pulchræ Cypridi sacra rosa , Nec sinis ut semper fluvio contermina quercus Miretur lapsus prætereuntis aquæ ? Et tibi succumbit liquido quæ plurima cœlo ...
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The Poetical Works of John Milton: To Which Is Prefixed a Biography of the ... John Milton,Edward Phillips Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2014 |
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Adam agni amorous angels appear'd arm'd arms aught beast behold bliss bright call'd cherubim cloud COMUS Dagon dark death deeds deep delight didst divine doth dread dwell earth eternal evil eyes fair faith Father fear fræna fruit glorious glory gods grace Hæc hand happy hast hath heard heart Heaven heavenly Hell hill honor ipse Israel John Milton join'd King lest light live Lord Lycidas MANOAH Messiah mihi Milton mortal night numina o'er Paradise Lost PARADISE REGAINED pass'd peace Philistines poems praise quæ reign return'd round SAMSON SAMSON AGONISTES Satan seem'd 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 turn'd vex'd virtue voice whence wings wonder
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Side 413 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides...
Side 415 - Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse ; Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long, drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning ; The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...
Side 45 - A dungeon horrible, on all sides round As one great furnace flamed, yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible Served only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes That comes to all; but torture without end Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed With ever-burning sulphur unconsumed...
Side 134 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty! thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair : thyself how wondrous then, Unspeakable ! who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Side 456 - 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.
Side 49 - Farewell, happy fields, Where joy for ever dwells! Hail, horrors! hail, Infernal World! and thou, profoundest Hell, Receive thy new possessor— one who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.
Side 203 - Yet when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say, Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best.
Side 106 - O thou, that, with surpassing glory crown'd, Look'st from thy sole dominion like the god Of this new world ; at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminish'd heads ; to thee I call, But with no friendly voice, and add thy name, 0 Sun ! to tell thee how I hate thy beams, That bring to my remembrance from what state 1 fell, how glorious once above thy sphere...
Side 455 - Had ye been there," . . . for what could that have done ? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself, for her enchanting son, Whom universal nature did lament, When, by the rout that made the hideous roar, His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore? Alas ! what boots it with incessant care To tend the homely, slighted, shepherd's trade, And strictly meditate the thankless Muse? Were it not better done as others use, To sport with Amaryllis...
Side 455 - 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.