The Poetical Works of John Milton,: Edited from the Original Texts by the Rev. H.C. BeechingClarendon Press, 1900 - 554 עמודים |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 51
עמוד 52
... call'd , but when the Dragon woom Of Stygian darknes spets her thickest gloom , And makes one blot of all the ayr , Stay thy cloudy Ebon chair , Wherin thou rid'st with Hecat , and befriend Us thy vow'd Priests , til utmost end Of all ...
... call'd , but when the Dragon woom Of Stygian darknes spets her thickest gloom , And makes one blot of all the ayr , Stay thy cloudy Ebon chair , Wherin thou rid'st with Hecat , and befriend Us thy vow'd Priests , til utmost end Of all ...
עמוד 65
... call'd it Hæmony , and gave it me , And bad me keep it as of sov'ran use ' Gainst all inchantments , mildew blast , or damp Or gastly furies apparition ; I purs't it up , but little reck'ning made , Till now that this extremity compell ...
... call'd it Hæmony , and gave it me , And bad me keep it as of sov'ran use ' Gainst all inchantments , mildew blast , or damp Or gastly furies apparition ; I purs't it up , but little reck'ning made , Till now that this extremity compell ...
עמוד 81
... call'd by his Name . Rivers arise ; whether thou be the Son , Of utmost Tweed , or Oose , or gulphie Dun , Or Trent , who like some earth - born Giant spreads His thirty Armes along the indented Meads , Or sullen Mole that runneth ...
... call'd by his Name . Rivers arise ; whether thou be the Son , Of utmost Tweed , or Oose , or gulphie Dun , Or Trent , who like some earth - born Giant spreads His thirty Armes along the indented Meads , Or sullen Mole that runneth ...
עמוד 82
... call'd Tetrachordon And wov'n close , both matter , form and stile ; The Subject new : it walk'd the Town a while , Numbring good intellects ; now seldom por❜d on . Cries the stall - reader , bless us ! what a word on A title page is ...
... call'd Tetrachordon And wov'n close , both matter , form and stile ; The Subject new : it walk'd the Town a while , Numbring good intellects ; now seldom por❜d on . Cries the stall - reader , bless us ! what a word on A title page is ...
עמוד 84
... call'd Life ; which us from Life doth sever . Thy Works and Alms and all thy good Endeavour Staid not behind , nor in the grave were trod ; But as Faith pointed with her golden rod , Follow'd thee up to joy and bliss for ever . Love led ...
... call'd Life ; which us from Life doth sever . Thy Works and Alms and all thy good Endeavour Staid not behind , nor in the grave were trod ; But as Faith pointed with her golden rod , Follow'd thee up to joy and bliss for ever . Love led ...
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
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 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 ΙΟ
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 262 - 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...
עמוד 183 - 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...
עמוד 42 - 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...
עמוד 550 - 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 40 - 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?
עמוד 61 - How charming is divine Philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets, Where no crude surfeit reigns.
עמוד 15 - 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...
עמוד 41 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.
עמוד 21 - 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.
עמוד 23 - 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.