Milton's Poetical Works: With Life, Critical Dissertation, and Explanatory Notes, כרך 2J. Nichol, 1853 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 21
עמוד xxv
... foes , and drove them before him like leaves on the blast , Milton , in the whirlwind of his inspiration , snatches up words , allusions , images from Homer , Hesiod , and the Word of God , and bears them in triumph and in terror on ...
... foes , and drove them before him like leaves on the blast , Milton , in the whirlwind of his inspiration , snatches up words , allusions , images from Homer , Hesiod , and the Word of God , and bears them in triumph and in terror on ...
עמוד 8
... foes , By humiliation and strong sufferance : His weakness shall o'ercome Satanick strength , And all the world , and mass of sinful flesh , That all the Angels and ethereal Powers , They now , and men hereafter , may discern , 8 ...
... foes , By humiliation and strong sufferance : His weakness shall o'ercome Satanick strength , And all the world , and mass of sinful flesh , That all the Angels and ethereal Powers , They now , and men hereafter , may discern , 8 ...
עמוד 39
... foes pronounc'd , glory he exacts . To whom our Saviour fervently replied . And reason ; since his Word all things produc'd , Though chiefly not for glory as prime end , But to show forth his goodness , and impart His good communicable ...
... foes pronounc'd , glory he exacts . To whom our Saviour fervently replied . And reason ; since his Word all things produc'd , Though chiefly not for glory as prime end , But to show forth his goodness , and impart His good communicable ...
עמוד 77
... foes . But who are these ? for with joint pace I hear The tread of many feet steering this way ; Perhaps my enemies , who come to stare At my affliction , and perhaps to insult , Their daily practice to afflict me more . Enter CHORUS ...
... foes . But who are these ? for with joint pace I hear The tread of many feet steering this way ; Perhaps my enemies , who come to stare At my affliction , and perhaps to insult , Their daily practice to afflict me more . Enter CHORUS ...
עמוד 84
... foes , who with a strength Equivalent to Angels walk'd their streets , None offering fight ; who single combatant Duell'd their armies rank'd in proud array , Himself an army , now unequal match To save himself against a coward arm'd At ...
... foes , who with a strength Equivalent to Angels walk'd their streets , None offering fight ; who single combatant Duell'd their armies rank'd in proud array , Himself an army , now unequal match To save himself against a coward arm'd At ...
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
agni Amor Angels ANTISTROPHE Atque bright Comus cùm Dagon dark death deep didst divine domino jam domum impasti dost doth dread earth enemies Euripides eyes fair fame fantastick Father fear feast foes fræna friends genius glorious glory Hæc hand hath head hear heard Heaven holy honour illa ille ipse Israel jam non vacat king Lady light Lord loud Lycidas malè mihi Milton modò mortal Muse musick never night numbers numina Nunc o'er Olympo once Paradise Paradise Lost peace Philistines poem praise PSALM quæ quid quoque sæpe Samson Samson Agonistes Satan Saviour shades shalt Shepherd sing Son of God song soul Spirit St Paul's School strength sweet Tempter thee thence things thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi truth Tu quoque ulmo virgin virtue voice wilt wings words
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 183 - 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 hallow'd haunt.
עמוד 170 - But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes, And perfect witness of all-judging Jove ; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.
עמוד 177 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn, That ten day-labourers could not end ; Then lies him down the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength ; And, crop-full, out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
עמוד 175 - 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 ; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow Through the sweetbriar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
עמוד 168 - That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring, Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string. Hence with denial vain, and coy excuse, So may some gentle Muse With lucky words favour my destin'd Urn, And as he passes turn, And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud.
עמוד 181 - Gently o'er the accustomed oak. Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy! Thee, chauntress, oft the woods among I woo, to hear thy even-song; And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green. To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon. Like one that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud.
עמוד 199 - This is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring; For so the holy sages once did sing That he our deadly forfeit should release, And with his Father work us a perpetual peace.
עמוד 172 - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears ; Bid Amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffadillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
עמוד 178 - 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.
עמוד 215 - With saintly shout and solemn jubilee ; Where the bright Seraphim in burning row Their loud uplifted angel-trumpets blow ; And the Cherubic host in thousand quires Touch their immortal harps of golden wires, With those just Spirits that wear victorious palms, Hymns devout and holy psalms Singing everlastingly...