The Complete Poetical Works of John MiltonHoughton Mifflin, 1924 - 419 páginas |
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... Hell itself will pass away , And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day . XV Yea , Truth and Justice then Will down return to men , 140 The enamelled arras of the rainbow wearing ; And Mercy set between , Throned in celestial ...
... Hell itself will pass away , And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day . XV Yea , Truth and Justice then Will down return to men , 140 The enamelled arras of the rainbow wearing ; And Mercy set between , Throned in celestial ...
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... Hell can be his shroud ; In vain , with timbreled anthems dark , The sable - stolèd Sorcerers bear his wor- shiped ark . XXV He feels from Juda's land The dreaded Infant's hand ; 220 The rays of Bethlehem blind his dusky eyn ; Nor all ...
... Hell can be his shroud ; In vain , with timbreled anthems dark , The sable - stolèd Sorcerers bear his wor- shiped ark . XXV He feels from Juda's land The dreaded Infant's hand ; 220 The rays of Bethlehem blind his dusky eyn ; Nor all ...
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... Hell grant what Love did seek ; Or call up him that left half - told The story of Cambuscan bold , Of Camball , and of Algarsife , And who had Canace to wife , 110 That owned the virtuous ring and glass , And of the wondrous horse of ...
... Hell grant what Love did seek ; Or call up him that left half - told The story of Cambuscan bold , Of Camball , and of Algarsife , And who had Canace to wife , 110 That owned the virtuous ring and glass , And of the wondrous horse of ...
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... Hell ; For such there be , but unbelief is blind . Within the navel of this hideous wood , 520 Immured in cypress shades , a Sorcerer dwells , Of Bacchus and of Circe born , great Comus , Deep skilled in all his mother's witcheries , By ...
... Hell ; For such there be , but unbelief is blind . Within the navel of this hideous wood , 520 Immured in cypress shades , a Sorcerer dwells , Of Bacchus and of Circe born , great Comus , Deep skilled in all his mother's witcheries , By ...
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... hell in triple knot Against the unarmed weakness of one vir- gin , Alone and helpless ! Is this the confidence You gave me , brother ? Eld . Bro . Yes , and keep it still ; Lean on it safely ; not a period Shall be unsaid for me ...
... hell in triple knot Against the unarmed weakness of one vir- gin , Alone and helpless ! Is this the confidence You gave me , brother ? Eld . Bro . Yes , and keep it still ; Lean on it safely ; not a period Shall be unsaid for me ...
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Adam aëre agni amorous Angels ANTISTROPHE Apollo arms Atque beast behold Boötes bright called Comus Corineus Dagon dark death divine domino iam domum impasti dwell Earth elegy eternal evil eyes fair father Faunus fear fire foes folds unfed glory gods Hæc hand happy hath heart Heaven heavenly Hell iam non vacat ipse Jove King L'Allegro Latin light live Locrine Lord Lycidas malè masque meaning mihi Milton mind Muses night numina nymphs o'er Paradise Lost Paradise Regained Philistines poem poet praise Primum Mobile quæ quid sacred Samson Samson Agonistes Satan sense Serpent shades sight sing song sonnet soul spake sphere spirit stars stood sweet thee thence thine things thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi verse voice winds wings wonder words youth
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Página 28 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit, or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry, Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream. Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on.
Página 28 - 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 140 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...
Página 61 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days ; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze...
Página 78 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which all...
Página 27 - 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...
Página 27 - And to the stack, or the barn-door, 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 28 - Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing; And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens takes his pleasure; But, first and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon...
Página 17 - For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart Hath, from the leaves of thy unvalued book, Those Delphic lines with deep impression took ; Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble, with too much conceiving ; And, so sepulchred, in such pomp dost lie, That kings, for such a tomb, would wish to die.
Página 6 - The Oracles are dumb ; No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving : No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Página 29 - 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.