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John Milton. the issue would not have been contemplated - to the classical taste and research of Mr. James Boaden , by whom the text has been diligently collated and revised from every existing edition , and whose critical sagacity has ...
John Milton. the issue would not have been contemplated - to the classical taste and research of Mr. James Boaden , by whom the text has been diligently collated and revised from every existing edition , and whose critical sagacity has ...
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... taste and early poems which make us hesitate as to his boyish attachment to this sect . His ruling love of poetry and classical erudition was not very congenial with it : his love of the theatre , and all feudal and chivalrous ...
... taste and early poems which make us hesitate as to his boyish attachment to this sect . His ruling love of poetry and classical erudition was not very congenial with it : his love of the theatre , and all feudal and chivalrous ...
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... taste in his exile - except during occasional visits to the capital to enjoy the theatres , and the conversation of his friends . His college was glad to have him back again , conscious of the honour he did them by his mighty gifts and ...
... taste in his exile - except during occasional visits to the capital to enjoy the theatres , and the conversation of his friends . His college was glad to have him back again , conscious of the honour he did them by his mighty gifts and ...
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... taste of it ; for as Warton , candid in his very admiration , observes , this sort of imagery , so much admired in Milton , appears to me to be much more practi- cable than many readers seem to suppose . " I bade adieu to bolts and bars ...
... taste of it ; for as Warton , candid in his very admiration , observes , this sort of imagery , so much admired in Milton , appears to me to be much more practi- cable than many readers seem to suppose . " I bade adieu to bolts and bars ...
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... taste and sympathy without much technical erudition . At this period , Milton's mind , though his English poems prove that at times it was grave and deep , yet occasionally showed all the playfulness of his youthful age . I am not sure ...
... taste and sympathy without much technical erudition . At this period , Milton's mind , though his English poems prove that at times it was grave and deep , yet occasionally showed all the playfulness of his youthful age . I am not sure ...
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Page 113 - Spanish poets of prime note have rejected rime both in longer and shorter works, as have also long since our best English tragedies, as a thing of itself, to all judicious ears, trivial and of no true musical delight; which consists only in apt numbers, fit quantity of syllables, and the sense variously drawn out from one verse into another...
Page 175 - 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 everduring dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Page 175 - 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 xvi - The Oracles are dumb ; No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance, or breathed spell, Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Page xxx - Arm his profane tongue with contemptuous words Against the sun-clad power of Chastity Fain would I something say; — yet to what end? Thou hast nor ear, nor soul, to apprehend The sublime notion and high mystery That must be uttered to unfold the sage And serious doctrine of Virginity; And thou art worthy that thou shouldst not know More happiness than this thy present lot.
Page 122 - The seat of desolation, void of light, Save what the glimmering of these livid flames Casts pale and dreadful ? thither let us tend From off the tossing of these fiery waves ; There rest, if any rest can...
Page 124 - What matter where, if I be still the same, And what I should be, all but less than he Whom thunder hath made greater?
Page lxxx - Those other two, equalled with me in fate So were I equalled with them in renown, Blind Thamyris, and blind Maeonides, And Tiresias and Phineus prophets old. Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note...
Page 174 - Or hear'st thou rather, pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell? Before the sun, Before the Heavens thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle, didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless infinite.
Page 195 - 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.