The Poetical Works of John Milton: Edited from the Original Texts by the Rev. H.C. BeechingClarendon Press, 1900 - 554 pages |
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... Hath honourd me according to his will . Therefore to mee thir doom he hath assig'n'd . In the Son's speech offering himself as Redeemer ( iii . 227–249 ) where the pronoun all through is markedly emphasized , it is printed mee the first ...
... Hath honourd me according to his will . Therefore to mee thir doom he hath assig'n'd . In the Son's speech offering himself as Redeemer ( iii . 227–249 ) where the pronoun all through is markedly emphasized , it is printed mee the first ...
Page xvi
... hath made me diligent to collect , and set forth such Peeces both in Prose and Vers as may renew the wonted honour and esteem of our English tongue : and it's the worth of these both English and Latin Poems , not the flourish of any ...
... hath made me diligent to collect , and set forth such Peeces both in Prose and Vers as may renew the wonted honour and esteem of our English tongue : and it's the worth of these both English and Latin Poems , not the flourish of any ...
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... Hath left in shadows dred , His burning Idol all of blackest hue , In vain with Cymbals ring , They call the grisly king , In dismall dance about the furnace blue ; 210 The brutish gods of Nile as fast , Isis and Orus , and the Dog ...
... Hath left in shadows dred , His burning Idol all of blackest hue , In vain with Cymbals ring , They call the grisly king , In dismall dance about the furnace blue ; 210 The brutish gods of Nile as fast , Isis and Orus , and the Dog ...
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... 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 Lord with Handmaid Lamp attending : And all about the Courtly Stable , Bright ...
... 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 Lord with Handmaid Lamp attending : And all about the Courtly Stable , Bright ...
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... hath with a piteous eye Beheld us in our misery . For , & c . And freed us from the slavery Of the invading enimy ... hath on high Above the reach of mortall ey . For his mercies ay endure , Ever faithfull , ever sure . 70 80 90 The ...
... hath with a piteous eye Beheld us in our misery . For , & c . And freed us from the slavery Of the invading enimy ... hath on high Above the reach of mortall ey . For his mercies ay endure , Ever faithfull , ever sure . 70 80 90 The ...
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Page 181 - 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...
Page 262 - When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening" mild; then silent night With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train...
Page 40 - Built in th'eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next Camus, reverend Sire, went footing slow, His Mantle hairy, and his Bonnet sedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscrib'd with woe. "Ah; Who hath reft" (quoth he) "my dearest pledge?
Page 42 - Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves, Where other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Page 183 - A dungeon horrible on all sides round, As one great furnace flam'd ; yet from those flames No light ; but rather darkness visible Serv'd only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell ; hope never comes, That comes to all ; but torture without end Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed With ever-burning sulphur unconsumed...
Page 42 - Where the great Vision of the guarded Mount Looks toward Namancos and Bayona's hold; Look homeward Angel now, and melt with ruth : And, O ye Dolphins, waft the hapless youth.
Page 42 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor; So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new spangled ore 170 Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Page 21 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Page 276 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty! thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair : thyself how wondrous then, Unspeakable ! who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Page 38 - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due ; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.