The Poetical Works of John Milton, כרך 1William Pickering, 1832 - 148 עמודים |
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עמוד xx
... glory is enough for me . Flow then , ye emerald waters , bright and free ! And breathe , ye orange groves , along her plains ; Ye fountains , sparkle through her marble fanes : And hang aloft , thou rich and purple sky , Hang up thy ...
... glory is enough for me . Flow then , ye emerald waters , bright and free ! And breathe , ye orange groves , along her plains ; Ye fountains , sparkle through her marble fanes : And hang aloft , thou rich and purple sky , Hang up thy ...
עמוד xxxiv
... glory and our good . He can stir up rich fathers to bestow exquisite education on their children , and to dedicate them to the service of the Gospel . He can make the sons of nobles his ministers , and princes to be his Nazarites ...
... glory and our good . He can stir up rich fathers to bestow exquisite education on their children , and to dedicate them to the service of the Gospel . He can make the sons of nobles his ministers , and princes to be his Nazarites ...
עמוד lxi
... glory , but solely by a sense of duty , of grace , and of devotion to his country . Then let the slanderers ( he says ) of the judgments of God cease their revilings . Let them desist from their dreamy forgeries concerning me . Let them ...
... glory , but solely by a sense of duty , of grace , and of devotion to his country . Then let the slanderers ( he says ) of the judgments of God cease their revilings . Let them desist from their dreamy forgeries concerning me . Let them ...
עמוד lxiii
... glory , or to neglect the arts of peace . To banish avarice , ambition , luxury , and all excess from their thoughts ; such is the warfare of peace . Victories hard , it is true , but blameless , more glorious far than the warlike or ...
... glory , or to neglect the arts of peace . To banish avarice , ambition , luxury , and all excess from their thoughts ; such is the warfare of peace . Victories hard , it is true , but blameless , more glorious far than the warlike or ...
עמוד lxiv
... glory was abundant ; but that men were not to be found for the work . Yet that there was not wanting one who could give good counsel , who could exhort , encourage : who could adorn and celebrate in immortal praises the transcendent ...
... glory was abundant ; but that men were not to be found for the work . Yet that there was not wanting one who could give good counsel , who could exhort , encourage : who could adorn and celebrate in immortal praises the transcendent ...
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עמוד 4 - 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 ; hope never comes, That comes to all ; but torture without end Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed With ever-burning sulphur unconsumed.
עמוד 32 - 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 64 - For each seem'd either: black it stood as night, Fierce as ten furies, terrible as Hell, And shook a dreadful dart ; what seem'd his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on.
עמוד 3 - With vain attempt. Him the Almighty Power Hurled headlong flaming from the ethereal sky With hideous ruin and combustion down To bottomless perdition, there to dwell In adamantine* chains and penal fire, Who durst defy the Omnipotent to arms.
עמוד 82 - Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note...
עמוד 64 - That dar'st, though grim and terrible, advance Thy miscreated front athwart my way To yonder gates ? Through them I mean to pass, That be assured, without leave asked of thee. Retire ; or taste thy folly, and learn by proof, Hell-born, not to contend with Spirits of Heaven.
עמוד 125 - For a man indeed ought not to cover his head, forasmuch as he is the image and glory of God : but the woman is the glory of the man. For the man is not of the woman; but the woman of the man. Neither was the man created for the woman ; but the woman for the man.
עמוד 3 - Before all temples the upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for Thou know'st; Thou from the first Wast present, and, with mighty wings outspread, Dove-like sat'st brooding on the vast abyss, And mad'st it pregnant: what in me is dark Illumine, what is low raise and support; That to the height of this great argument I may assert eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men.
עמוד 10 - Created hugest that swim the ocean stream: Him, haply, slumbering on the Norway foam, The pilot of some small night-founder'd skiff Deeming some island, oft, as seamen tell, With fixed anchor in his scaly rind Moors by his side under the lee, while night Invests the sea, and wished morn delays...
עמוד 137 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung...