The poetical works of John Milton, with a life of the author by A. Chalmers. With 12 illustr. by R. Westall1881 |
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... natural weakness of which , he was afflicted with frequent headaches . Some part of his early education was committed to the care of Mr. Thomas Young , a Puritan minister ; and he was also placed for some time at St. Paul's School ...
... natural weakness of which , he was afflicted with frequent headaches . Some part of his early education was committed to the care of Mr. Thomas Young , a Puritan minister ; and he was also placed for some time at St. Paul's School ...
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... natural to suppose , might expect his resentment : for some time , therefore , he secreted himself , but on the issuing of the act of oblivion , his name was not found among the exceptions , and he appeared again in public . Various ...
... natural to suppose , might expect his resentment : for some time , therefore , he secreted himself , but on the issuing of the act of oblivion , his name was not found among the exceptions , and he appeared again in public . Various ...
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... nature , will receive Familiar the fierce heat , and void of pain ; This horror will grow mild , this darkness light : Besides what hope the never - ending flight 200 210 220 Of future days may bring , what chance , what change Worth ...
... nature , will receive Familiar the fierce heat , and void of pain ; This horror will grow mild , this darkness light : Besides what hope the never - ending flight 200 210 220 Of future days may bring , what chance , what change Worth ...
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... nature breeds , Perverse , all monstrous , all prodigious things , Abominable , inutterable , and worse Than fables yet have feign'd , or fear conceiv'd , Gorgons , and Hydras , and Chimæras dire . Meanwhile the adversary of God and man ...
... nature breeds , Perverse , all monstrous , all prodigious things , Abominable , inutterable , and worse Than fables yet have feign'd , or fear conceiv'd , Gorgons , and Hydras , and Chimæras dire . Meanwhile the adversary of God and man ...
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... Nature , hold Eternal anarchy amidst the noise Of endless wars , and by confusion stand : For hot , cold , moist , and dry , four champions fierce , 900 Strive here for mast'ry , and to battel bring 56 BOOK II . PARADISE LOST .
... Nature , hold Eternal anarchy amidst the noise Of endless wars , and by confusion stand : For hot , cold , moist , and dry , four champions fierce , 900 Strive here for mast'ry , and to battel bring 56 BOOK II . PARADISE LOST .
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Adam agni angels arms Atque aught behold bliss call'd Chor cloud Comus Dagon dark death deep delight didst divine doth dread dwell earth Edition eternal ev'ning evil eyes fair Father fear flow'rs fruit gilt edges giv'n glory Gods grace hand happy hast hath heard heart heav'n heav'nly hell hill honour ipse Israel king Leicester Square lest light light fantastic live Lord Lord Brackley Lycidas MARY COWDEN CLARKE mihi morn night numina Nymph o'er paradise Paradise Lost pass'd peace pleas'd praise PSALM quæ rais'd reign reply'd return'd round Satan seem'd serpent shade shalt sight Son of God song soon soul spake spirits stood strength sweet taste thee thence thine things thither thou thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi tree turn'd ulmo vex'd virtue voice wand'ring whence wings
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Page 56 - 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, 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 522 - May Morning Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail bounteous May that dost inspire Mirth and youth, and warm desire; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Page 470 - Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due ; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer. Who would not sing for Lycidas ? he knew 10 Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear.
Page 472 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise 70 (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with th' abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life. But not the praise...
Page 96 - Glistering with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild ; then, silent night, With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon, And these the gems of Heaven, her starry train...
Page 115 - 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 xxxix - Extort from me. To bow and sue for grace With suppliant knee, and deify his power Who, from the terror of this arm, so late Doubted his empire — that were low indeed ; That were an ignominy...
Page 484 - And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain. These pleasures, Melancholy, give, And I with thee will choose to live.
Page 489 - Where the great Sun begins his state Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd 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 476 - And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes. Now, Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more; Henceforth thou art the Genius of the shore, In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood.