The Complete Poetical Works of John MiltonHoughton Mifflin, 1924 - 419 páginas |
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... beckoned . To Charles Diodati he writes , in response to an inquiry as to what he is thinking of , " Why , may God help me , of immortality ! I am growing my wings for a flight . " For broad flight HORTON PERIOD , 1532-1638 XV.
... beckoned . To Charles Diodati he writes , in response to an inquiry as to what he is thinking of , " Why , may God help me , of immortality ! I am growing my wings for a flight . " For broad flight HORTON PERIOD , 1532-1638 XV.
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John Milton William Vaughn Moody. my wings for a flight . " For broad flight he was not yet ready , and for lesser ones the sting of occasion was lacking , until the autumn of 1637. Then news came of the sinking of a ship in the Irish ...
John Milton William Vaughn Moody. my wings for a flight . " For broad flight he was not yet ready , and for lesser ones the sting of occasion was lacking , until the autumn of 1637. Then news came of the sinking of a ship in the Irish ...
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... wings for a flight . " Though held under by an immense sustained effort of will , the ambition conceived so long ago had never for long been absent from his mind . Added to the sense of his mission as a singer , sent by the great Task ...
... wings for a flight . " Though held under by an immense sustained effort of will , the ambition conceived so long ago had never for long been absent from his mind . Added to the sense of his mission as a singer , sent by the great Task ...
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... wing the amorous clouds dividing ; 50 And , waving wide her myrtle wand , She strikes a universal peace through sea ... wings displayed , Harping in loud and solemn quire , With unexpressive notes , to Heaven's new- born Heir . XII Such ...
... wing the amorous clouds dividing ; 50 And , waving wide her myrtle wand , She strikes a universal peace through sea ... wings displayed , Harping in loud and solemn quire , With unexpressive notes , to Heaven's new- born Heir . XII Such ...
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... wing , In wintry solstice like the shortened light Soon swallowed up in dark and long outliv- ing night . II For now to sorrow must I tune my song , And set my Harp to notes of saddest woe , Which on our dearest Lord did seize ere long ...
... wing , In wintry solstice like the shortened light Soon swallowed up in dark and long outliv- ing night . II For now to sorrow must I tune my song , And set my Harp to notes of saddest woe , Which on our dearest Lord did seize ere long ...
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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.