The Poetical Works of John Milton, Volume 2William Pickering, 1826 |
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... divine , That from her hand I could suspect no ill , And what she did , whatever in itself , Her doing seem'd to justify the deed ; She gave me of the tree , and I did eat . " To whom the sov'reign Presence thus reply'd . " Was she thy ...
... divine , That from her hand I could suspect no ill , And what she did , whatever in itself , Her doing seem'd to justify the deed ; She gave me of the tree , and I did eat . " To whom the sov'reign Presence thus reply'd . " Was she thy ...
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... divine not hasten to be just ? But death comes not at all , justice divine Mends not her slowest pace for pray'rs or cries . O woods , O fountains , hillocs , dales , and bowers , With other echo late I taught your shades To answer ...
... divine not hasten to be just ? But death comes not at all , justice divine Mends not her slowest pace for pray'rs or cries . O woods , O fountains , hillocs , dales , and bowers , With other echo late I taught your shades To answer ...
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... divine , and to my sons relate , On this mount he appear'd , under this tree Stood visible , among these pines his voice I heard , here with him at this fountain talk'd : So many grateful altars I would rear Of grassy turf , and pile up ...
... divine , and to my sons relate , On this mount he appear'd , under this tree Stood visible , among these pines his voice I heard , here with him at this fountain talk'd : So many grateful altars I would rear Of grassy turf , and pile up ...
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... sign Still following thee , still compassing thee round With goodness and paternal love , his face Express , and of his steps the track divine . 354 Which that thou may'st believe , and be confirm'd , 62 [ B. XI . PARADISE LOST .
... sign Still following thee , still compassing thee round With goodness and paternal love , his face Express , and of his steps the track divine . 354 Which that thou may'st believe , and be confirm'd , 62 [ B. XI . PARADISE LOST .
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John Milton. Under inhuman pains ? Why should not man , 511 Retaining still divine similitude In part , from such deformities be free , And for his Maker's image sake exempt ? " " Their Maker's image , " answered Michael , “ then Forsook ...
John Milton. Under inhuman pains ? Why should not man , 511 Retaining still divine similitude In part , from such deformities be free , And for his Maker's image sake exempt ? " " Their Maker's image , " answered Michael , “ then Forsook ...
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Adam Angel arms beast behold call'd Canaan canst captive Cherubim CHORUS cloud Ctesiphon Dagon DALILA dark death deeds deliverance descended didst divine doth dread dwell earth enemies evil eyes fair faith fame Father fear feast foretold Gath Gaza giv'n glorious glory grace hand HARAPHA hast hath head heard heart Heav'n heav'nly Hell holy honour Israel judg'd king lest light live lords lost MANOAH may'st mortal Nazarite nigh night numbers o'er once Paradise PARADISE LOST PARADISE REGAINED Parthian peace Philistines pow'r prophets reign reply'd return'd round SAMSON SAMSON AGONISTES Satan Saviour seat seed seek SEMICHORUS Serpent shame sight Son of God song sons soon sorrow spake Spirit stood strength sung sweet Tempter thee thence thine things thither thou art thou hast thou shalt thought throne thyself Timna vex'd virtue voice
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Page 320 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise...
Page 319 - 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 324 - In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream. Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild.
Page 332 - And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Page 121 - When I was yet a child, no childish play To me was pleasing ; all my mind was set Serious to learn and know, and thence to do What might be public good; myself I thought Born to that end, born to promote all truth, All righteous things...
Page 330 - And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
Page 36 - And straight conjunction with this sex: for either He never shall find out fit mate, but such As some misfortune brings him, or mistake, Or whom he wishes most shall seldom gain Through her perverseness ; but shall see her gain'd By a far worse, or, if she love, withheld By parents, or his happiest choice too late Shall meet, already link'd and wedlock-bound To a fell adversary, his hate or shame; Which infinite calamity shall cause To human life, and household peace confound.
Page 302 - tis said) Before was never made, But when of old the sons of morning sung, While the Creator great His constellations set, And the well-balanced world on hinges hung, And cast the dark foundations deep, And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep.
Page 306 - And sullen Moloch fled, Hath left in shadows dread His burning idol all of blackest hue ; In vain with cymbals' ring They call the grisly king, In dismal dance about the furnace blue : The brutish gods of Nile as fast, Isis and Orus, and the dog Anubis, haste.
Page 305 - The lonely mountains o'er And the resounding shore A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament; From haunted spring and dale Edged with poplar pale The parting Genius is with sighing sent; With flower-inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.