The Poetical Works of John Milton: English and Latin, כרך 2Bell, 1892 - 1 עמודים |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 33
עמוד 63
... never from that hour in Paradise Found'st either sweet repast , or sound repose ; Such ambush , hid among sweet flowers and shades , 410 Waited with hellish rancour imminent To intercept thy way or send thee back Despoiled of innocence ...
... never from that hour in Paradise Found'st either sweet repast , or sound repose ; Such ambush , hid among sweet flowers and shades , 410 Waited with hellish rancour imminent To intercept thy way or send thee back Despoiled of innocence ...
עמוד 66
... never since of serpent kind Lovelier ; not those that in Illyria changed Hermione and Cadmus , or the god In Epidaurus ; nor to which transformed Ammonian Jove , or Capitoline , was seen , He with Olympias ; this with her who bore ...
... never since of serpent kind Lovelier ; not those that in Illyria changed Hermione and Cadmus , or the god In Epidaurus ; nor to which transformed Ammonian Jove , or Capitoline , was seen , He with Olympias ; this with her who bore ...
עמוד 69
... never had I found . Sated at length , ere long I might perceive Strange alteration in me , to degree Of reason in my inward powers , and speech 600 Wanted not long , though to this shape re- tained . Thenceforth to speculations high or ...
... never had I found . Sated at length , ere long I might perceive Strange alteration in me , to degree Of reason in my inward powers , and speech 600 Wanted not long , though to this shape re- tained . Thenceforth to speculations high or ...
עמוד 75
... never tasted , whether true , Or fancied so through expectation high Of knowledge , nor was Godhead from her thought . 790 Greedily she engorged without restraint , And knew not eating death . Satiate at length , And hightened as with ...
... never tasted , whether true , Or fancied so through expectation high Of knowledge , nor was Godhead from her thought . 790 Greedily she engorged without restraint , And knew not eating death . Satiate at length , And hightened as with ...
עמוד 77
... never more Mean I to try , what rash untried I sought , 860 The pain of absence from thy sight . But strange Hath been the cause , and wonderful to hear . This Tree is not , as we are told , a tree Of danger tasted , nor to evil unknown ...
... never more Mean I to try , what rash untried I sought , 860 The pain of absence from thy sight . But strange Hath been the cause , and wonderful to hear . This Tree is not , as we are told , a tree Of danger tasted , nor to evil unknown ...
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מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
Adam aëre agni amorous Angel ANTISTROPHE Atque aught beast behold cæli cælo choro cloud Dagon dark death deeds delight Deûm divine domino jam domum impasti dwell earth enemies evil eyes fair Father fear fræna fruit glory ground Hæc hand hath heard heart Heaven heavenly Hell hither honour igne ille ipse jam non vacat Jesus JOHN MILTON kings labour lest light live Lord lost malè mankind mihi Milton Milton's Cottage miserable nigh night numbers numina Nunc Olympo Paradise PARADISE LOST PARADISE REGAINED peace Philistines Phoebe quæ quid quoque replied sæpe Sams Samson sapience Satan Saviour serpent shame sight Son of God soon spake Spirit stood strength sweet taste Tempter thee thence thine things thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi tree Tu quoque ulmo virtue voice wonder
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 97 - Thou shalt not eat of it: cursed is the ground for thy sake; in sorrow shalt thou eat of it all the days of thy life; thorns also and thistles shall it bring forth to thee; and thou shalt eat the herb of the field. In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground; for out of it wast thou taken: for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.
עמוד 323 - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast ; no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame ; nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
עמוד 4 - Urania, and fit audience find, though few. But drive far off the barbarous dissonance Of Bacchus and his revellers, the race Of that wild rout that tore the Thracian Bard In Rhodope, where woods and rocks had ears To rapture, till the savage clamour drowned Both harp and voice ; nor could the Muse defend Her son.
עמוד 254 - Wise men have said, are wearisome ; who reads Incessantly, and to his reading brings not A spirit and judgment equal or superior, (And what he brings what needs he elsewhere seek?) Uncertain and unsettled still remains, Deep versed in books, and shallow in himself, Crude or intoxicate, collecting toys And trifles for choice matters, worth a sponge ; As children gathering pebbles on the shore.
עמוד 229 - They err who count it glorious to subdue By conquest far and wide, to overrun Large countries, and in field great battles win, Great cities by assault : what do these worthies But rob and spoil, burn, slaughter, and enslave Peaceable nations, neighbouring or remote, Made captive, yet deserving freedom more Than those their conquerors, who leave behind Nothing but ruin wheresoe'er they rove, And all the flourishing works of peace destroy...
עמוד 33 - That, not to know at large of things remote From use, obscure and subtle ; but, to know That which before us lies in daily life, Is the prime wisdom : What is more, is fume, Or emptiness, or fond impertinence : And renders us, in things that most concern, Unpractis'd, unprepar'd, and still to seek.
עמוד 58 - Labour as to debar us when we need Refreshment, whether food, or talk between — Food of the mind — or this sweet intercourse Of looks and smiles ; for smiles from reason flow, To brute denied, and are of love the food — 240 Love, not the lowest end of human life.
עמוד 78 - To live again in these wild woods forlorn? Should God create another Eve, and I Another rib afford, yet loss of thee Would never from my heart. No, no! I feel The link of nature draw me: flesh of flesh, Bone of my bone thou art, and from thy state Mine never shall be parted, bliss or woe.
עמוד 3 - Half yet remains unsung, but narrower bound Within the visible Diurnal Sphere. Standing on Earth, not rapt above the pole, More safe I sing with mortal voice, unchanged To hoarse or mute, though fallen on evil days, On evil days though fallen, and evil tongues. In darkness, and with dangers compassed round, And solitude ; yet not alone, while thou Visit'st my slumbers nightly, or when Morn Purples the East.
עמוד 120 - Thy suppliant I beg, and clasp thy knees ; bereave me not Whereon I live, thy gentle looks, thy aid, Thy counsel in this uttermost distress, My only strength and stay. Forlorn of thee, Whither shall I betake me, where subsist ? While yet we live, scarce one short hour perhaps, Between us two let there be peace ; both joining, As joined in injuries, one enmity Against a foe by doom express assigned us, That cruel Serpent.