The poetical works John Milton. Repr., with memoir, notes, &c, Issue 4771873 |
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... leaving a lively and tender remembrance of him in the mind of his pupil . Milton was then sent to St. St. Paul's School , where he worked hard under Alexander Gill for a twelvemonth . At this time he trans- lated the 114th and 136th ...
... leaving a lively and tender remembrance of him in the mind of his pupil . Milton was then sent to St. St. Paul's School , where he worked hard under Alexander Gill for a twelvemonth . At this time he trans- lated the 114th and 136th ...
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... leave to the unkind children I had by her . But I have received no part of it ; and my will and meaning is that they shall have no other benefit of my estate than the said portion , and what I have besides done for them ; they having ...
... leave to the unkind children I had by her . But I have received no part of it ; and my will and meaning is that they shall have no other benefit of my estate than the said portion , and what I have besides done for them ; they having ...
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... sicken soon and die , And leprous Sin will melt from earthly mould ; And Hell itself will pass away , And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day . XV . Yea Truth and Justice then Will down return 124 EARLY POEMS .
... sicken soon and die , And leprous Sin will melt from earthly mould ; And Hell itself will pass away , And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day . XV . Yea Truth and Justice then Will down return 124 EARLY POEMS .
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... leaving . No nightly trance , or breathed spell Inspires the pale - eyed priest from the prophetic cell . XX . The lonely mountains o'er , And the resounding shore , A voice of weeping1 heard and loud lament ; i From haunted spring ...
... leaving . No nightly trance , or breathed spell Inspires the pale - eyed priest from the prophetic cell . XX . The lonely mountains o'er , And the resounding shore , A voice of weeping1 heard and loud lament ; i From haunted spring ...
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... leaving their moon - loved maze . But see the Virgin blest XXVII . 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 ...
... leaving their moon - loved maze . But see the Virgin blest XXVII . 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 ...
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Page 482 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Page 68 - 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 xiii - I know they are as lively and as vigorously productive as those fabulous dragon's teeth ; and, being sown up and down, may chance to spring up armed men. And yet, on the other hand, unless wariness be used, as good almost kill a man as kill a good book. Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image ; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself ; kills the image of God, as it were, in the eye. Many a man lives a burden to the earth ; but a good book is the precious life-blood of...
Page 22 - Robed in flames, and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight : 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 66 - That to the faithful 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 175 - Angels: for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Page 67 - 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 70 - 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 160 - But neither breath of morn, when she ascends With charm of earliest birds; nor rising sun On this delightful land ; nor herb, fruit, flower, Glistering with dew; nor fragrance after showers, Nor grateful evening mild; nor silent night, With this her solemn bird ; nor walk by moon, Or glittering star-light, without thee is sweet.
Page 268 - As one who, long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air, Forth issuing on a summer's morn, to breathe Among the pleasant villages and farms Adjoin'd, from each thing met conceives delight ; The smell of grain, or tedded grass, or kine, Or dairy, each rural sight, each rural sound...