The poetical works of John Milton, with life and notes [by G. Gilfillan]. The text ed. by C.C. Clarke1874 |
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... sweet her artless daughters , " but felt , too , a strong desire to see " beauties of deeper glance , " and to " Sit upon an Alp as on a throne . " He wished , besides , to visit Italy for the LIFE OF JOHN MILTON . ix.
... sweet her artless daughters , " but felt , too , a strong desire to see " beauties of deeper glance , " and to " Sit upon an Alp as on a throne . " He wished , besides , to visit Italy for the LIFE OF JOHN MILTON . ix.
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... sweet , Built like a temple , where pilasters round Were set , and Dorick pillars overlaid With golden architrave ; nor did there want Cornice or freeze , with bossy sculptures graven : The roof was fretted gold . Not Babylon , Nor ...
... sweet , Built like a temple , where pilasters round Were set , and Dorick pillars overlaid With golden architrave ; nor did there want Cornice or freeze , with bossy sculptures graven : The roof was fretted gold . Not Babylon , Nor ...
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... sweet Extend his evening beam , the fields revive , The birds their notes renew , and bleating herds Attest their joy , that hill and valley rings . O shame to men ! Devil with devil damn'd Firm concord holds ; men only disagree Of ...
... sweet Extend his evening beam , the fields revive , The birds their notes renew , and bleating herds Attest their joy , that hill and valley rings . O shame to men ! Devil with devil damn'd Firm concord holds ; men only disagree Of ...
Page 45
... ) Suspended Hell , and took with ravishment The thronging audience . In discourse more sweet , Alcides : Hercules . - 2Oechalia : ' a mount in Thessaly . 523 530 540 550 ( For eloquence the soul , song charms the sense BOOK II . 45.
... ) Suspended Hell , and took with ravishment The thronging audience . In discourse more sweet , Alcides : Hercules . - 2Oechalia : ' a mount in Thessaly . 523 530 540 550 ( For eloquence the soul , song charms the sense BOOK II . 45.
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... sweet forgetfulness all pain and woe , All in one moment , and so near the brink ; But Fate withstands , and , to oppose the attempt , Medusa with Gorgonian terrour guards The ford , and of itself the water flies All taste of living ...
... sweet forgetfulness all pain and woe , All in one moment , and so near the brink ; But Fate withstands , and , to oppose the attempt , Medusa with Gorgonian terrour guards The ford , and of itself the water flies All taste of living ...
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Page 44 - 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.
Page 158 - 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...
Page 152 - Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies. For, so to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise; Ay me ! whilst thee the shores and sounding seas Wash far away, where'er thy bones are hurl'd, Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps, under the whelming tide, Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world...
Page 155 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull Night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled Dawn doth rise ; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good morrow, Through the sweet-briar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
Page 157 - When, in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day-labourers could not end ;Then lies him down the lubber fiend. And, stretch'd out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength ; And, crop-full, out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Page 208 - As one who, long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air, Forth issuing on a summer's morn, to breathe Among the pleasant villages and farms Adjoin'd, from each thing met conceives delight ; The smell of grain, or tedded grass, or kine, Or dairy, each rural sight, each rural sound...
Page 2 - Above them all the archangel : but his face Deep scars of thunder had intrench'd ; and care Sat on his faded cheek, but under brows Of dauntless courage, and considerate pride Waiting revenge ; cruel his eye, but cast Signs of remorse and passion, to behold The fellows of his crime, the followers rather (Far other once beheld in bliss), condemn'd For ever now to have their lot in pain...
Page 152 - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freak'd with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears : Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Page 68 - Me miserable ! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair ? Which way I fly is hell ; myself am hell ; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep Still threatening to devour me, opens wide, To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.
Page 2 - Their dread commander ; he, above the rest In shape and gesture proudly eminent, Stood like a tower ; his form had yet not lost All her original brightness ; nor appear'd Less than archangel ruin'd, and the excess Of glory obscured ; as when the sun, new risen, Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams ; or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.