The Poetical Works of John Milton, Volume 2Hilliard, Gray, 1834 |
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... rest from labour won , 375 If so I may attain . So both ascend In the visions of God . It was a hill 374 arming ] Aiming . Bentl . MS . 375 suffering ] Virg . Æn . V. 710 . ' Quidquid erit , superanda omnis fortuna ferendo est . ' Hume ...
... rest from labour won , 375 If so I may attain . So both ascend In the visions of God . It was a hill 374 arming ] Aiming . Bentl . MS . 375 suffering ] Virg . Æn . V. 710 . ' Quidquid erit , superanda omnis fortuna ferendo est . ' Hume ...
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... rest what punishment : Which now direct thine eyes and soon behold : He look'd , and saw the face of things quite chang'd , The brazen threat of war had ceas'd to roar ; All now was turn'd to jollity and game , To luxury and riot ...
... rest what punishment : Which now direct thine eyes and soon behold : He look'd , and saw the face of things quite chang'd , The brazen threat of war had ceas'd to roar ; All now was turn'd to jollity and game , To luxury and riot ...
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... rest , of whom to be invok'd , A nation from one faithful man to spring : Him on this side Euphrates yet residing Bred up in idol - worship , O that men , 95 100 105 110 115 103 this ] So in Milton's own ed .; but in others , ' his ...
... rest , of whom to be invok'd , A nation from one faithful man to spring : Him on this side Euphrates yet residing Bred up in idol - worship , O that men , 95 100 105 110 115 103 this ] So in Milton's own ed .; but in others , ' his ...
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... rest by day , a fiery gleam by night , Save when they journey , and at length they come Conducted by his angel to the land Promis'd to Abraham and his seed . 250 255 260 The rest Were long to tell , how many battels fought , How many ...
... rest by day , a fiery gleam by night , Save when they journey , and at length they come Conducted by his angel to the land Promis'd to Abraham and his seed . 250 255 260 The rest Were long to tell , how many battels fought , How many ...
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... rest . Mean while they in their earthly Canaan plac'd 315 Long time shall dwell and prosper , but when sins National interrupt their public peace , Provoking God to raise them enemies , From whom as oft he saves them penitent , By ...
... rest . Mean while they in their earthly Canaan plac'd 315 Long time shall dwell and prosper , but when sins National interrupt their public peace , Provoking God to raise them enemies , From whom as oft he saves them penitent , By ...
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Adam agni Amor angel ANTISTROPHE atque behold Bentl bright call'd CHOR choro cloud Comus Dagon dark death deeds divine domino jam domum impasti dost doth Du Bartas Dunster dwell earth edition enemies Euripides eyes fair faith fame father fear feast foes fræna glory Hæc hand hath heard heav'n holy honour igne illa ille ipse Israel jam non vacat king Lord Lycidas mihi Milton's mortal Newton night numbers numina nunc o'er Olympo Ovid paradise peace Philistines Poems pow'r praise PSALM quæ quam quid quoque sæpe SAMS Samson Saviour Shakesp shalt sight sing Son of God song soul spirits strength sweet Sylvester's Du Bartas thee thence thine things thou art thou hast thought throne tibi Todd Tu quoque ulmo Virg virtue Warton wilt words
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Page 288 - 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.
Page 292 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequered shade, And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday...
Page 278 - Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use, Of shades and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint...
Page 281 - But, hail ! thou Goddess sage and holy ! Hail, divinest Melancholy ! Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight, And therefore to our weaker view O'erlaid with black, staid Wisdom's hue ; Black, but such as in esteem Prince Memnon's sister might beseem, Or that starred Ethiop queen that strove To set her beauty's praise above 20 The Sea-Nymphs, and their powers offended.
Page 277 - Herdman's art belongs! What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel Pipes of wretched straw, The hungry Sheep look up, and are not fed, But swoln with wind, and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread : Besides what the grim Wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door, Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Page 278 - 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 292 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath thresh'd 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 160 - To daily fraud, contempt, abuse and wrong, Within doors, or without, still as a fool, In power of others, never in my own ; Scarce half I seem to live, dead more than half. O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day! O first created beam, and thou great Word, Let there be light, and light was over all; Why am I thus bereaved thy prime decree?
Page 360 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Page 246 - How charming is divine Philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets, Where no crude surfeit reigns.