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... night - steeds , leaving their moon - lov'd maze . 27 . But see , the Virgin blest Hath laid her Babe to rest . Time is our tedious song should here have ending : Heav'ns youngest teemed star Hath fixt her polisht car , Her sleeping ...
... night - steeds , leaving their moon - lov'd maze . 27 . But see , the Virgin blest Hath laid her Babe to rest . Time is our tedious song should here have ending : Heav'ns youngest teemed star Hath fixt her polisht car , Her sleeping ...
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... night . For now to sorrow must I tune my song , And set my harp to notes of saddest woe , 5 Which on our dearest Lord did seize ere long ; Dangers , and snares , and wrongs , and worse than so , Which he for us did freely undergo . Most ...
... night . For now to sorrow must I tune my song , And set my harp to notes of saddest woe , 5 Which on our dearest Lord did seize ere long ; Dangers , and snares , and wrongs , and worse than so , Which he for us did freely undergo . Most ...
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... Night , best patroness of grief , Over the pole thy thickest mantle throw , 30 And work my flatter'd fancy to belief That Heav'n and Earth are colour'd with my woe ; My sorrows are too dark for day to know : The leaves should all be ...
... Night , best patroness of grief , Over the pole thy thickest mantle throw , 30 And work my flatter'd fancy to belief That Heav'n and Earth are colour'd with my woe ; My sorrows are too dark for day to know : The leaves should all be ...
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... night , Pull'd off his boots , and took away the light : If any ask for him , it shall be sed , Hobson has supt , and ' s newly gone to bed . 5 IO 16 ANOTHER ON THE SAME . HERE lieth one who did most truly prove , That he could never ...
... night , Pull'd off his boots , and took away the light : If any ask for him , it shall be sed , Hobson has supt , and ' s newly gone to bed . 5 IO 16 ANOTHER ON THE SAME . HERE lieth one who did most truly prove , That he could never ...
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... night - raven sings ; There under ebon shades , and low - brow'd rocks , As ragged as thy locks , In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell . But come thou goddess fair and free , In Heav'n yclep'd Euphrosyne , And by men , heart - easing ...
... night - raven sings ; There under ebon shades , and low - brow'd rocks , As ragged as thy locks , In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell . But come thou goddess fair and free , In Heav'n yclep'd Euphrosyne , And by men , heart - easing ...
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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.