The Complete Poetical Works of John MiltonHoughton Mifflin, 1924 - 419 עמודים |
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עמוד viii
... GOD ATQUE HETRUSCA , EPIGRAMMA IO- 79 ANNIS SALSILLI ROMANI AD IOANNEM MILTONUM · 322 • 322 • 322 323 • OUR STRENGTH SING LOUD and clear " . 80 PSALM LXXXII , " GOD IN THE GREAT ASSEMPLY STANDS 99 · • PSALM LXXXIII , " BE NOT THOU SI ...
... GOD ATQUE HETRUSCA , EPIGRAMMA IO- 79 ANNIS SALSILLI ROMANI AD IOANNEM MILTONUM · 322 • 322 • 322 323 • OUR STRENGTH SING LOUD and clear " . 80 PSALM LXXXII , " GOD IN THE GREAT ASSEMPLY STANDS 99 · • PSALM LXXXIII , " BE NOT THOU SI ...
עמוד xi
... gods . . . . Yea , for the bard is sacred to the gods : he is their priest . Mysteriously from his lips and breast he breathes Jove . " There is in this perhaps an element of convention and of boyish bombast , but it is nevertheless the ...
... gods . . . . Yea , for the bard is sacred to the gods : he is their priest . Mysteriously from his lips and breast he breathes Jove . " There is in this perhaps an element of convention and of boyish bombast , but it is nevertheless the ...
עמוד xxvii
... God's name , of immortality ! I am pluming my wings for a flight . " Though held under by an immense sustained ... God who had dealt so darkly with his chosen people . Already , though " long choosing and beginning late , " he had carved ...
... God's name , of immortality ! I am pluming my wings for a flight . " Though held under by an immense sustained ... God who had dealt so darkly with his chosen people . Already , though " long choosing and beginning late , " he had carved ...
עמוד 10
... gods of Nile as fast , 211 Isis , and Orus , and the dog Anubis , haste . XXIV Nor is Osiris seen In Memphian grove or green , Trampling the unshowered grass with lowings loud ; Nor can he be at rest Within his sacred chest ; Nought but ...
... gods of Nile as fast , 211 Isis , and Orus , and the dog Anubis , haste . XXIV Nor is Osiris seen In Memphian grove or green , Trampling the unshowered grass with lowings loud ; Nor can he be at rest Within his sacred chest ; Nought but ...
עמוד 37
... gods with the fallen angels . But this cu- rious blending of two divergent systems of thought and imagery appears ... god or for Jehovah . But of all the pastoralists Milton accomplishes this interfusion with least effort , and draws ...
... gods with the fallen angels . But this cu- rious blending of two divergent systems of thought and imagery appears ... god or for Jehovah . But of all the pastoralists Milton accomplishes this interfusion with least effort , and draws ...
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Adam aëre agni amorous Angels ANTISTROPHE Apollo arms Atque beast behold Boötes bright called Comus Corineus Dagon dark death divine domino iam domum impasti dwell Earth elegy eternal evil eyes fair father Faunus fear fire foes folds unfed glory gods Hæc hand happy hath heart Heaven heavenly Hell iam non vacat ipse Jove King L'Allegro Latin light live Locrine Lord Lycidas malè masque meaning mihi Milton mind Muses night numina nymphs o'er Paradise Lost Paradise Regained Philistines poem poet praise Primum Mobile quæ quid sacred Samson Samson Agonistes Satan sense Serpent shades sight sing song sonnet soul spake sphere spirit stars stood sweet thee thence thine things thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi verse voice winds wings wonder words youth
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עמוד 28 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit, or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear 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.
עמוד 28 - Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out 140 With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...
עמוד 61 - 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...
עמוד 78 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which all...
עמוד 27 - Russet lawns, and fallows gray, Where the nibbling flocks do stray ; Mountains, on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest; Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks, and rivers wide ; Towers and battlements it sees Bosomed high in tufted trees...
עמוד 27 - 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...
עמוד 28 - Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing; And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens takes his pleasure; But, first and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon...
עמוד 17 - For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart Hath, from the leaves of thy unvalued book, Those Delphic lines with deep impression took ; Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble, with too much conceiving ; And, so sepulchred, in such pomp dost lie, That kings, for such a tomb, would wish to die.
עמוד 6 - The Oracles are dumb ; No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving : No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
עמוד 29 - 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.