The Poetical Works of John Milton: With the Life of the Author, Volume 2Fielding Lucas, Jun., and Joseph Cushing, 1813 - 565 pages |
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... enemy Is risen to invade us , who no less Threatens than our expulsion down to Hell ; I , as I undertook , and with the vote Consenting in full frequence was impower'd , Have found him , view'd him , tasted him ; but find Far other ...
... enemy Is risen to invade us , who no less Threatens than our expulsion down to Hell ; I , as I undertook , and with the vote Consenting in full frequence was impower'd , Have found him , view'd him , tasted him ; but find Far other ...
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... enemy , though who Would scruple that , with want oppress'd ? Behold , Nature asham'd , or , better to express , 320 325 330 Troubled , that thou should'st hunger , hath purvey'd From all the elements her choicest store , To treat thee ...
... enemy , though who Would scruple that , with want oppress'd ? Behold , Nature asham'd , or , better to express , 320 325 330 Troubled , that thou should'st hunger , hath purvey'd From all the elements her choicest store , To treat thee ...
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... enemy , Hunger , with sweet restorative delight . 370 375 All these are Spi'rits of air , and woods , and springs , Thy gentle ministers , who come to pay Thee homage , and acknowledge thee their Lord : What doubt'st thou , Son of God ...
... enemy , Hunger , with sweet restorative delight . 370 375 All these are Spi'rits of air , and woods , and springs , Thy gentle ministers , who come to pay Thee homage , and acknowledge thee their Lord : What doubt'st thou , Son of God ...
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... enemy , and declares their servitude to be the consequence of their idolatry ; but adds , that at a future time it may perhaps please God to recall them , and restore them to their liberty and native land . PARADISE REGAINED . BOOK III ...
... enemy , and declares their servitude to be the consequence of their idolatry ; but adds , that at a future time it may perhaps please God to recall them , and restore them to their liberty and native land . PARADISE REGAINED . BOOK III ...
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... enemies , Roman and Parthian ? therefore one of these Thou must make sure thy own ; the Parthian first By my advice , as nearer , and of late Found able by invasion to annoy Thy country ' , and captive lead away her kings , Antigonus ...
... enemies , Roman and Parthian ? therefore one of these Thou must make sure thy own ; the Parthian first By my advice , as nearer , and of late Found able by invasion to annoy Thy country ' , and captive lead away her kings , Antigonus ...
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Page 199 - 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 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.
Page 195 - And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Page 75 - Tragedy, as it was anciently composed, hath been ever held the gravest, moralest, and most profitable of all other poems: therefore said by Aristotle to be of power, by raising pity and fear, or terror, to purge the mind of those and suchlike passions, that is, to temper and reduce them to just measure with a kind of delight, stirred up by reading or seeing those passions well imitated.
Page 217 - The lily and rose, that neither sow'd nor spun. What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, Of Attic taste, with wine, whence we may rise To hear the lute well touch'd, or artful voice Warble immortal notes and Tuscan air ? He who of those delights can judge, and spare To interpose them oft, is not unwise.
Page 192 - 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...
Page 203 - Where the great Vision of the guarded Mount Looks toward Namancos and Bayona's hold; Look homeward Angel now, and melt with ruth : And, O ye Dolphins, waft the hapless youth.
Page 202 - The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread; Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. — But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Page 184 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail bounteous May that dost inspire Mirth and youth, and warm desire; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish...
Page 191 - Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys! Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
Page 202 - 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.