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... perhaps forty lines in succession , and then re- duce them to half the number . » It appears , from his own account , that he composed great part of his poem in the night and morning , seasons when the mind is free from the ordinary ...
... perhaps forty lines in succession , and then re- duce them to half the number . » It appears , from his own account , that he composed great part of his poem in the night and morning , seasons when the mind is free from the ordinary ...
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... perhaps only the eighth , and twenty - first are truly entitled to this slender commendation . The fa- bric of a Sonnet , however adapted to the Italian fan- ghage , has never succeeded in ours , which , having grea- ter variety of ...
... perhaps only the eighth , and twenty - first are truly entitled to this slender commendation . The fa- bric of a Sonnet , however adapted to the Italian fan- ghage , has never succeeded in ours , which , having grea- ter variety of ...
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... perhaps , any poem of the same length , from which so little can be taken without apparent mutilation . The thoughts , which are occasionally called forth in the progress of this sublime composition , are such as could only be produced ...
... perhaps , any poem of the same length , from which so little can be taken without apparent mutilation . The thoughts , which are occasionally called forth in the progress of this sublime composition , are such as could only be produced ...
Page lxx
... perhaps , is no necessary adjunct , it is known by the music of metre , that poetry has been discriminated in all languages ; and in languages melodiously constructed , with a due propor- tion of long and short syllables , metre is ...
... perhaps , is no necessary adjunct , it is known by the music of metre , that poetry has been discriminated in all languages ; and in languages melodiously constructed , with a due propor- tion of long and short syllables , metre is ...
Page lxxiv
... perhaps the last indebted . He was na- turally a thinker for himself , confident of his own abi- lities , and disdainful of help or hindrance : he did not re- fuse admission to the thoughts or images of his predeces- sors ; but he did ...
... perhaps the last indebted . He was na- turally a thinker for himself , confident of his own abi- lities , and disdainful of help or hindrance : he did not re- fuse admission to the thoughts or images of his predeces- sors ; but he did ...
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abisso Adam Adamo Æneid alfine allor alto altri altro amore anco ancor angel angeli avea avria benchè celesti chè che fu ciel cielo ciò colpa cose così d'ogni death desio divine dritto earth egli egual elli eternal fatto Figlio frutto gioia glory gran grazia guerra hast hath heaven hell igneo inferno innanzi insieme intanto intorno l'uomo libro lieto luce lungo meglio mezzo Milton mondo morte natura nemico niun notte numbers occhi ogni omai onor oprar opre padre Paradise Lost Paradiso perduto pentiti piacer più poem poema possa poter pria primo pugna può quale quali ragion rispose sapere Satan secondo seem'd sempre sentimenti serpe solo spake spesso spirti stato stood subbietto sublime tempo terra thee thou tosto tratto trono troppo tutta tutte tutto uomo verso virtù vita volo
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Page 220 - Shine not in vain ; nor think, though men were none, That heaven would want spectators, God want praise : Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep : All these with ceaseless praise his works behold Both day and night. How often from the steep Of echoing hill or thicket have we heard Celestial voices to the midnight air, Sole, or responsive each to other's note, Singing their great Creator...
Page 132 - 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 180 - Till pride and worse ambition threw me down, Warring in heaven against heaven's matchless King ! Ah! wherefore? he deserved no such return From me, whom he created what I was In that bright eminence; and with his good Upbraided none: nor was his service hard. What could be less than to afford him praise, The easiest recompense, and pay him thanks, How due...
Page 40 - A shout, that tore Hell's concave, and beyond Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night. All in a moment through the gloom were seen Ten thousand banners rise into the air With orient colours waving: with them rose A forest huge of spears, and thronging helms Appear'd. and serried shields in thick array Of depth immeasurable...
Page 254 - Rising or falling still advance his praise. His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
Page 154 - That brought into this world a world of woe, Sin and her shadow Death, and misery Death's harbinger. Sad task ! yet argument Not less but more heroic than the wrath Of stern Achilles on his foe, pursued . Thrice fugitive about Troy wall ; or rage Of Turnus for Lavinia disespoused ; Or Neptune's ire, or Juno's, that so long Perplex'd the Greek and Cytherea's son ; If answerable style.
Page 58 - HIGH on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind, Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold...
Page 180 - O thou that, with surpassing glory crown'd, Look'st from thy sole dominion, like the god Of this new world, at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminish'd heads, to thee I call, But with no friendly voice, and add thy name, 0 sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams, That bring to my remembrance from what state 1 fell, how glorious once above thy sphere...
Page 132 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me...
Page 8 - Reserved him to more wrath ; for now the thought Both of lost happiness and lasting pain Torments him ; round he throws his baleful eyes, That witness'd huge affliction and dismay, Mix'd with obdurate pride and steadfast hate. At once, as far as angels...