Paradise Lost: With Introd., Notes, and Diagrams, ספר 1Ginn, 1886 |
מתוך הספר
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עמוד viii
... critic just quoted , we may cite a paragraph upon Milton's diction and rhythm . " The Style is always great . On the whole it is the greatest in the whole range of English poetry ; so great that when once we have come to know and honor ...
... critic just quoted , we may cite a paragraph upon Milton's diction and rhythm . " The Style is always great . On the whole it is the greatest in the whole range of English poetry ; so great that when once we have come to know and honor ...
עמוד xiv
... critics have perceived , and in a wider sense than most of them have perceived , is the real hero of the poem . He and his actions are the link between that new World of Man , the infancy of which we behold in the poem , and that ...
... critics have perceived , and in a wider sense than most of them have perceived , is the real hero of the poem . He and his actions are the link between that new World of Man , the infancy of which we behold in the poem , and that ...
עמוד xxx
... Critic ( EDMOND SCHERER ) on Milton . ] MILTON has always the strong , sure touch of the master . His power both of diction and of rhythm is unsurpassable , and it is char- acterized by being always present , not depending on an access ...
... Critic ( EDMOND SCHERER ) on Milton . ] MILTON has always the strong , sure touch of the master . His power both of diction and of rhythm is unsurpassable , and it is char- acterized by being always present , not depending on an access ...
עמוד xxxi
... critic poring into with eyes made up for mischief , yet with a mis- giving that all was not quite safe , very much like an old raven look- ing down on a marrow - bone . In fact , such is the metrical skill of the man , and such the ...
... critic poring into with eyes made up for mischief , yet with a mis- giving that all was not quite safe , very much like an old raven look- ing down on a marrow - bone . In fact , such is the metrical skill of the man , and such the ...
עמוד 2
... critics at the novelty of the verse . Meaning mainly to defend his choice of Blank verse for a poem of such an order , he may have let his expression sweep beyond the exact bounds of his intention . For , though he had used Blank verse ...
... critics at the novelty of the verse . Meaning mainly to defend his choice of Blank verse for a poem of such an order , he may have let his expression sweep beyond the exact bounds of his intention . For , though he had used Blank verse ...
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
abyss admirable Æneid Almighty amphibrach anapest ancient angels arms Beelzebub behold Belial Boeotia bright burning cæsura called centre Chaos Comus critics darkness death deep devils Dict divine edition Empyrean English epic eternal Exod Faerie Queene fiery fire flowers gates glory gods Greek Hades hath Heaven to Earth hell Hesiod highth hill Himes Himes's Homer Hudson's Iliad infernal Jerram Julius Cæsar Keightley King language Latin light Lycidas Mailing price Masson meaning Milton Moloch Mount Helicon Muse Night o'er ocean Odes Old Eng Pantheon Paradise Lost passage perhaps phrase poem poetical poetry poets Prof rebel angels region rhyme river Satan says seat seems sense Shakes Shakespeare Shakespearian song Sonnet sound space Spenser spirits Starry Universe style syllable Tartarus temple thee Theocritus thou thought throne thunder tion Univ utter vast verse VIII Virgil winds wings word
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 10 - 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...
עמוד xxii - A dungeon horrible on all sides round As one great furnace flamed; yet from those flames No light; but rather darkness visible Served only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell...
עמוד 6 - 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.
עמוד xxix - Anon out of the earth a fabric huge Rose like an exhalation, with the sound Of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet— Built like a temple, where pilasters round Were set, and Doric pillars overlaid With golden architrave; nor did there want Cornice or frieze, with bossy sculptures graven: The roof was fretted gold.
עמוד 8 - 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. Who would not sing for Lycidas? he knew 10 Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear.
עמוד 29 - Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength...
עמוד 12 - The mother of mankind, what time his pride Had cast him out from Heaven, with all his host Of rebel angels, by whose aid, aspiring To set himself in glory...
עמוד 34 - Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves; Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above In solemn troops, and sweet societies That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
עמוד 19 - What hard mishap hath doomed this gentle swain? And questioned every gust of rugged wings That blows from off each beaked promontory : They knew not of his story, And sage Hippotades their answer brings, That not a blast was from his dungeon strayed, The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters played.
עמוד 10 - Under the opening eyelids of the morn, We drove a-field, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn, Battening our flocks with the fresh dews of night, Oft till the star that rose at evening, bright, Toward heaven's descent had sloped his westering wheel.