English poems, ed. with life, intr. and selected notes by R.C. Browne, Volumen11870 |
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... head Low in the earth ; Jordan's clear streams recoil , As a faint host that hath receiv'd the foil . The high , huge - bellied mountains skip like rams Amongst their ewes , the little hills like lambs . Why fled the Ocean ? and why ...
... head Low in the earth ; Jordan's clear streams recoil , As a faint host that hath receiv'd the foil . The high , huge - bellied mountains skip like rams Amongst their ewes , the little hills like lambs . Why fled the Ocean ? and why ...
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... head ? Or wert thou that just maid who once before Forsook the hated earth , O tell me sooth , 40 45 50 And cam'st again to visit us once more ? Or wert thou [ Mercy ] that sweet - smiling youth ? Or that crown'd matron , sage white ...
... head ? Or wert thou that just maid who once before Forsook the hated earth , O tell me sooth , 40 45 50 And cam'st again to visit us once more ? Or wert thou [ Mercy ] that sweet - smiling youth ? Or that crown'd matron , sage white ...
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... head . She heard them give thee this , that thou shouldst still From eyes of mortals walk invisible ; 66 Yet there is something that doth force my fear ; For once it was my dismal hap to hear A Sibyl old , bow - bent with crooked age ...
... head . She heard them give thee this , that thou shouldst still From eyes of mortals walk invisible ; 66 Yet there is something that doth force my fear ; For once it was my dismal hap to hear A Sibyl old , bow - bent with crooked age ...
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... head for shame , 80 As his inferior flame The new - enlightn'd world no more should need ; He saw a greater Sun appear Than his bright throne , or burning axletree could bear . 8 . The shepherds on the lawn , 85 Or ere the point of dawn ...
... head for shame , 80 As his inferior flame The new - enlightn'd world no more should need ; He saw a greater Sun appear Than his bright throne , or burning axletree could bear . 8 . The shepherds on the lawn , 85 Or ere the point of dawn ...
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... head IO 15 That dropt with odorous oil down his fair eyes , Poor fleshly tabernacle entered , His starry front low - rooft beneath the skies ; O what a mask was there , what a disguise ! Yet more ; the stroke of death he must abide 18 ...
... head IO 15 That dropt with odorous oil down his fair eyes , Poor fleshly tabernacle entered , His starry front low - rooft beneath the skies ; O what a mask was there , what a disguise ! Yet more ; the stroke of death he must abide 18 ...
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English Poems, Ed. with Life, Intr. and Selected Notes by R.C. Browne Professor John Milton Sin vista previa disponible - 2016 |
English Poems, Ed. with Life, Intr. and Selected Notes by R.C. Browne Professor John Milton Sin vista previa disponible - 2016 |
Términos y frases comunes
Aeneid angels arms battle Ben Jonson bliss bright call'd Chaucer cloud Comus dark death deep delight divine doth earth eternal evil eyes Faery Queene fair Father fire Georgics glory Glossary to Faery gods grace Hamlet happy hast hath Heav'n heav'nly Hell Henry hill honour Horace Il Penseroso Iliad Jonson Keightley King L'Allegro Lady Latin light Lord Lycidas Metamorphoses Midsummer Night's Dream Milton moon morn Muse Nativity night o'er Odes Ovid Paradise Lost Paradise Regained passage Penseroso poem poet praise Psalm Puritan reign Richard III round Samson Agonistes Satan says seem'd sense shade Shakespeare sight sing Smectymnuus solemn song Sonnet soul spake speech Spenser Spenser Faery Queene spirits stars stood sweet thee thence things thou thought throne verse viii Virgil whence winds wings word ΙΟ
Pasajes populares
Página 146 - And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. So much the rather thou, celestial Light, Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate ; there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight.
Página 78 - Return Alpheus, the dread voice is past, That shrunk thy streams; return Sicilian Muse, And call the Vales, and bid them hither cast Their Bells, and Flowerets of a thousand hues.
Página 35 - And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown...
Página 27 - HENCE, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy! Find out some uncouth cell Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings And the night-raven sings ; There under ebon shades, and low-brow'd rocks As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Página 95 - Hurled headlong flaming from the ethereal sky With hideous ruin and combustion down To bottomless perdition, there to dwell In adamantine* chains and penal fire, Who durst defy the Omnipotent to arms.
Página 198 - Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our Great Maker still new praise.
Página 88 - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold ; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not ; in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks.
Página 94 - OF Man's First Disobedience, and the Fruit Of that Forbidden Tree, whose mortal taste Brought Death into the World, and all our woe, With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Restore us, and regain the blissful Seat, Sing Heav'nly Muse, that on the secret top Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire That Shepherd, who first taught the chosen Seed, In the Beginning how the Heav'ns and Earth Rose out of Chaos...
Página 56 - He that has light within his own clear breast, May sit i' th' centre, and enjoy bright day : But he that hides a dark soul, and foul thoughts, Benighted walks under the mid-day sun ; Himself is his own dungeon.
Página 145 - And feel thy sovran vital lamp; but thou Revisit'st not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs, Or dim suffusion veiled.