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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... spirit as the preceding , is introduced a high panegyric upon Cromwell , who had now usurped the supreme power with the title of Protector . It seems acknowledged that his biographers have found it very difficult to justify this part of ...
... spirit as the preceding , is introduced a high panegyric upon Cromwell , who had now usurped the supreme power with the title of Protector . It seems acknowledged that his biographers have found it very difficult to justify this part of ...
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... Spirit , that dost prefer Before all temples th ' 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 ...
... Spirit , that dost prefer Before all temples th ' 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 ...
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... Spirits arm'd , That durst dislike his reign ; and , me preferring , His utmost power with adverse power oppos'd In dubious battel on the plains of heav'n , 90 a 100 And shook his throne . What though the field be lost ? All is not lost ...
... Spirits arm'd , That durst dislike his reign ; and , me preferring , His utmost power with adverse power oppos'd In dubious battel on the plains of heav'n , 90 a 100 And shook his throne . What though the field be lost ? All is not lost ...
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... spirit remains Invincible , and vigour soon returns , Though all our glory extinct , and happy state Here swallow'd up in endless misery . But what if he our conqueror , whom I now Of force believe almighty , since no less 120 130 140 ...
... spirit remains Invincible , and vigour soon returns , Though all our glory extinct , and happy state Here swallow'd up in endless misery . But what if he our conqueror , whom I now Of force believe almighty , since no less 120 130 140 ...
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... spirits ; or have ye chos'n this place After the toil of battel to repose Your wearied virtue , for the ease you find To slumber here , as in the vales of heav'n ? Or in this abject posture have ye sworn To adore the conqueror ? who now ...
... spirits ; or have ye chos'n this place After the toil of battel to repose Your wearied virtue , for the ease you find To slumber here , as in the vales of heav'n ? Or in this abject posture have ye sworn To adore the conqueror ? who now ...
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Adam agni angels arms Atque aught behold bliss call'd Chor cloud Dagon dark death deep delight didst divine doth dread dwell earth Edition eternal ev'ning evil eyes fair Father fear flow'rs French morocco 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 quæ rais'd reign reply'd return'd round Satan seem'd serpent shade shalt sight Son of God song soon 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.