The Poetical Works of John Milton, Volume 2S. Andrus, 1852 |
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... sui atti soavi giamai parco , E i don ' , che son d'amor saette ed arco , La onde l'alta tua virtu s'infiora . Quando tu vaga parli , o lieta canti Che mover SONNETS:- 7 89 153 193 MINOR POEMS 203 211 J To the Nightingale Donna leggiadra,
... sui atti soavi giamai parco , E i don ' , che son d'amor saette ed arco , La onde l'alta tua virtu s'infiora . Quando tu vaga parli , o lieta canti Che mover SONNETS:- 7 89 153 193 MINOR POEMS 203 211 J To the Nightingale Donna leggiadra,
Page 224
... Amor meco insù la lingua snella Desta il fior novo di strania favella , Mentre io di te , vezzosamente altera , Canto , dal mio buon popol non inteso E'l bel Tamigi cangio col bel Arno . Amor lo volse , ed io a l'altrui peso Seppi ch ' Amor ...
... Amor meco insù la lingua snella Desta il fior novo di strania favella , Mentre io di te , vezzosamente altera , Canto , dal mio buon popol non inteso E'l bel Tamigi cangio col bel Arno . Amor lo volse , ed io a l'altrui peso Seppi ch ' Amor ...
Page 225
... amor spreggiar soléa E de suoi lacci spesso mi ridéa Gia caddi , ovʼhuom , dabben talhor s'impiglia . Ne treccie d'oro , ne guancia vermiglia M ' abbaglian sì , ma sotto nova idea Pellegrina bellezza che'l cuor bea , Portamenti alti ...
... amor spreggiar soléa E de suoi lacci spesso mi ridéa Gia caddi , ovʼhuom , dabben talhor s'impiglia . Ne treccie d'oro , ne guancia vermiglia M ' abbaglian sì , ma sotto nova idea Pellegrina bellezza che'l cuor bea , Portamenti alti ...
Page 226
... Amor mise l'insanabil ago . VII . ON HIS BEING ARRIVED TO THE AGE OF TWENTY - THREE . How soon hath Time , the subtle thief of youth , Stolen on his wing my three - and - twentieth year ! My hasting days fly on with full career , But my ...
... Amor mise l'insanabil ago . VII . ON HIS BEING ARRIVED TO THE AGE OF TWENTY - THREE . How soon hath Time , the subtle thief of youth , Stolen on his wing my three - and - twentieth year ! My hasting days fly on with full career , But my ...
Page 305
... amor . Nuda nec arva placent , umbrasque negantia molles , Quàm male Phœbicolis convenit ille locus ! Nec duri libet usque minas preferre magistri Cæteraque ingenio non subeunda meo . Si sit hoc exilium patrios adiisse penates . Et ...
... amor . Nuda nec arva placent , umbrasque negantia molles , Quàm male Phœbicolis convenit ille locus ! Nec duri libet usque minas preferre magistri Cæteraque ingenio non subeunda meo . Si sit hoc exilium patrios adiisse penates . Et ...
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aëre agni Amor angels ANTISTROPHE Atque aught behold canst choro cœli cœlo Comus Dagon dark death deeds Deûm didst divine domino jam domum impasti dost doth dread earth enemies etiam eyes fair fame father fear feast foes fræna glorious glory gods habet Hæc hand hath hear heard heaven hinc holy honour igne illa ille ipse Israel jam non vacat Jesus kings Lady Lord lumina Lycidas malè Manoah mihi mortal night numbers numina Nunc nymphs o'er Olympo PARADISE REGAINED peace Philistines praise PSALM Quà quæ quid quoque reign round sæpe Sams Samson Satan Saviour shades shalt shame shepherd sing Son of God song soul spirits strength sweet tempter thee thence thine things thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi truth Tu quoque ulmo urbe virgin virtue voice wilt
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Page 207 - Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake Creep and intrude and climb into the fold ! Of other care they little reckoning make Than how to scramble at the shearers...
Page 206 - Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next, Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe. "Ah! who hath reft," quoth he, "my dearest pledge?
Page 220 - Or let my lamp, at midnight hour, Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft out-watch the Bear, With thrice great Hermes, or unsphere The spirit of Plato to unfold What worlds, or what vast regions hold The immortal mind, that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook...
Page 216 - 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...
Page 168 - And Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude ; Where, with her best nurse, Contemplation, She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impair'd. He that has light within his own clear breast, May sit i...
Page 238 - She woos the gentle air To hide her guilty front with innocent snow, And on her naked shame, Pollute with sinful blame, The saintly veil of maiden white to throw; Confounded, that her Maker's eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities.
Page 213 - While the cock, with lively din, Scatters the rear of darkness thin, And to the stack, or the barn-door, Stoutly struts his dames before. Oft listening how the hounds and horn Cheerly rouse the slumbering morn, From the side of some hoar hill, .Through the high wood echoing shrill.
Page 222 - Or the unseen Genius of the wood. But let my due feet never fail To walk the studious cloister's pale, And love the high embowed roof, With antique pillars...
Page 216 - Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys! Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
Page 159 - Their merry wakes and pastimes keep : What hath night to do with sleep? Night hath better sweets to prove; Venus now wakes, and wakens Love. Come, let us our rites begin; Tis only daylight that makes sin, Which these dun shades will ne'er report. Hail, goddess of nocturnal sport, Dark-veil'd Cotytto, to whom the secret flame Of midnight torches burns!