The Poetical Works of John MiltonClarendon Press, 1900 - 554 pages |
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... delight The up - land Hamlets will invite , When the merry Bells ring round , And the jocond rebecks sound To many a youth , and many a maid , Dancing in the Chequer'd shade ; And young and old com forth to play On a Sunshine Holyday ...
... delight The up - land Hamlets will invite , When the merry Bells ring round , And the jocond rebecks sound To many a youth , and many a maid , Dancing in the Chequer'd shade ; And young and old com forth to play On a Sunshine Holyday ...
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... delights , if thou canst give , Mirth with thee , I mean to live . 140 150 Il Penseroso . HENCE vain deluding joyes , The brood of folly without father bred , How little you bested , Or fill the fixed mind with all your toyes ; Dwell in ...
... delights , if thou canst give , Mirth with thee , I mean to live . 140 150 Il Penseroso . HENCE vain deluding joyes , The brood of folly without father bred , How little you bested , Or fill the fixed mind with all your toyes ; Dwell in ...
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... delights , and live laborious dayes ; 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 , Phœbus repli ...
... delights , and live laborious dayes ; 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 , Phœbus repli ...
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... delight , having receiv'd it from our common Friend Mr. R. in the very close of the late R's Poems , Printed at Oxford , wherunto it was added ( as I now suppose ) that the Accessory might help out the Principal , according to the Art ...
... delight , having receiv'd it from our common Friend Mr. R. in the very close of the late R's Poems , Printed at Oxford , wherunto it was added ( as I now suppose ) that the Accessory might help out the Principal , according to the Art ...
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... chid her barking waves into attention , And fell Charybdis murmur'd soft applause : Yet they in pleasing slumber lull'd the sense , And in sweet madnes rob'd it of it self , 260 But such a sacred , and home - felt delight ( 55 ) A Mask .
... chid her barking waves into attention , And fell Charybdis murmur'd soft applause : Yet they in pleasing slumber lull'd the sense , And in sweet madnes rob'd it of it self , 260 But such a sacred , and home - felt delight ( 55 ) A Mask .
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Adam agni Angels Arms Battel Beast behold bliss brest bright call'd Cherubim Chor Clouds Dagon dark Death deeds deep delight didst Divine doth dread dwell e're Earth Eternal evil eyes fair farr Father fear fræna Fruit giv'n glory Gods grace Hæc hand happie hast hath heard heart Heav'n heav'nly Hell highth Hill honour ipse Israel JOHN MILTON King light live Lord lost Lycidas malè Messiah mihi mortal night numina o're Paradise PARADISE LOST Paradise Regain'd peace praise PSAL quæ rais'd repli'd round Samson Agonistes Satan seat seemd Serpent shade shalt shew sight Skie Son of God Song soon Soul spake Spirits Starrs stood strength sweet taste thee thence thine things thir thither thou art thou hast thought Throne tibi Tree Tu quoque vertue voice wandring Warr whence wings World
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Page 252 - When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, 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 32 - Built in th'eclipse, and rigg'd 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 inscrib'd with woe. "Ah; Who hath reft" (quoth he) "my dearest pledge?
Page 173 - A dungeon horrible on all sides round, As one great furnace flam'd ; yet from those flames No light ; but rather darkness visible Serv'd only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell ; hope never comes, That comes to all ; but torture without end Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed With ever-burning sulphur unconsumed...
Page 31 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (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 the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.
Page 34 - Where the great Vision of the guarded Mount Looks toward Namancos and Bayona's hold; Look homeward Angel now, and melt with ruth : And, O ye Dolphins, waft the hapless youth.
Page 34 - 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 170 Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Page 13 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Page 266 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ! thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair: thyself how wondrous then, Unspeakable ! who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Page 30 - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. 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.
Page 176 - So stretch'd out huge in length the arch-fiend lay, Chain'd on the burning lake : nor ever thence Had risen, or heaved his head ; but that the will And high permission of all-ruling Heaven Left him at large to his own dark designs...