The Poetical Works of John MiltonWorthington, 1886 - 581 pages |
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... hath been labouring the hardest labour in the deep mines of knowledge , hath furnished out his findings in all their equipage , drawn forth his reasons , as it were a battle ranged , scattered and defeated all objections in his way ...
... hath been labouring the hardest labour in the deep mines of knowledge , hath furnished out his findings in all their equipage , drawn forth his reasons , as it were a battle ranged , scattered and defeated all objections in his way ...
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... hath made our foe , To turn swift - rushing black Perdition hence , Or drive away the slaughtering Pestilence , To stand ' twixt us and our deserved smart ? But thou canst best perform that office where thou art . XI . Then thou , the ...
... hath made our foe , To turn swift - rushing black Perdition hence , Or drive away the slaughtering Pestilence , To stand ' twixt us and our deserved smart ? But thou canst best perform that office where thou art . XI . Then thou , the ...
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... Hath laid her Babe to rest , Time is our tedious song should here have ending ; Heaven's youngest teemèd star Hath fix'd her polish'd 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 ; Heaven's youngest teemèd star Hath fix'd her polish'd car , Her sleeping Lord with handmaid lamp attending ; And all about the courtly stable Bright ...
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John Milton. VIL lock . Mine eye hath found that sad sepulchral rock That was the casket of Heav'n's richest store , And here though grief my feeble hands up Yet on the soften'd quarry would I score My plaining verse as lively as before ...
John Milton. VIL lock . Mine eye hath found that sad sepulchral rock That was the casket of Heav'n's richest store , And here though grief my feeble hands up Yet on the soften'd quarry would I score My plaining verse as lively as before ...
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... hath broke his girt , And here , alas , hath laid him in the ḍirt ; Or else the ways being foul , twenty to one , He's here stuck in a slough , and overthrown . " Twas such a shifter , that if truth were known , Death was half glad when ...
... hath broke his girt , And here , alas , hath laid him in the ḍirt ; Or else the ways being foul , twenty to one , He's here stuck in a slough , and overthrown . " Twas such a shifter , that if truth were known , Death was half glad when ...
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Adam agni angels ANTISTROPHE appear'd arms aught beast behold bliss bright call'd Caphtor Cherubim CHOR cloud Comus Dagon dark death deep delight didst divine doth dread dwell earth eternal ev'ning evil eyes fair Father fear fire flow'rs fræna fruit glory Gods grace hand happy hast hath heard heart heav'n heav'nly hell highth hill honour ipse Israel John Milton Jupiter King lest light live Lord Lycidas Messiah mihi Milton morn mortal night numina o'er paradise Paradise Lost peace Philistines praise Psalm quæ reign return'd round Satan seat seem'd serpent shade shalt sight Son of GOD song soon soul spake spirits stood strength sweet taste thee thence thine things thither thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi tree Tu quoque turn'd vex'd virtue voice wand'ring whence winds wings
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Page 32 - But first and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation ; And the mute Silence hist along, 'Less Philomel will deign a song, In her sweetest saddest plight. Smoothing the rugged brow of Night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke Gently o'er the accustomed oak.
Page xxiii - Though all the winds of doctrine were let loose to play upon the earth, so Truth be in the field, we do injuriously, by licensing and prohibiting, to misdoubt her strength. Let her and falsehood grapple ; who ever knew Truth put to the worse in a free and open encounter ? Her confuting is the best and surest suppressing.
Page 129 - Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song ; but chief Thee, Sion, and the flowery brooks beneath, That wash thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit...
Page 74 - 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 Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Page 76 - Before all temples the upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for thou know'st ; thou from the first Wast present, and, with mighty wings outspread, Dove-like sat'st brooding on the vast abyss, And mad'st it pregnant : what in me is dark, Illumine ; what is low, raise and support; That to the height of this great argument I may assert eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men.
Page 28 - While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Page 29 - 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, stretched 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 31 - 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 The Sea-Nymphs, and their powers offended.
Page 82 - Farewell, happy fields, Where joy for ever dwells! Hail, horrors! hail, Infernal World! and thou, profoundest Hell, Receive thy new possessor— one who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time.
Page 488 - 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. What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, Friend, to have lost them overplied In liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which...