The Complete Poems of John Milton: Written in English; with Introduction, Notes and IllustrationsP. F. Collier & son, 1909 - 463 pages |
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... aught else great Bards beside In sage and solemn tunes have sung , Of turneys , and of trophies hung , Of forests , and inchantments drear , Where more is meant than meets the ear . Thus , Night , oft see me in thy pale career , Till ...
... aught else great Bards beside In sage and solemn tunes have sung , Of turneys , and of trophies hung , Of forests , and inchantments drear , Where more is meant than meets the ear . Thus , Night , oft see me in thy pale career , Till ...
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... aught else the least That to the faithful Herdman's art belongs ! What recks it them ? What need they ? They are sped ; And , when they list , their lean and fleshy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw ; The hungry ...
... aught else the least That to the faithful Herdman's art belongs ! What recks it them ? What need they ? They are sped ; And , when they list , their lean and fleshy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw ; The hungry ...
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... aught good never will be our task , But ever to do ill our sole delight , As being the contrary to His high will Whom we resist . If then his providence Out of our evil seek to bring forth good , Our labour must be to pervert that end ...
... aught good never will be our task , But ever to do ill our sole delight , As being the contrary to His high will Whom we resist . If then his providence Out of our evil seek to bring forth good , Our labour must be to pervert that end ...
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... aught divine or holy else enjoyed In vision beatific . By him first Men also , and by suggestion taught , Ransacked the Centre , and with impious hands Rifled the bowels of their mother Earth For treasures better hid . Soon had his crew ...
... aught divine or holy else enjoyed In vision beatific . By him first Men also , and by suggestion taught , Ransacked the Centre , and with impious hands Rifled the bowels of their mother Earth For treasures better hid . Soon had his crew ...
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... aught availed him now To have built in Heaven high towers ; nor did he scape By all his engines , but was headlong sent , With his industrious crew , to build in Hell . Meanwhile the wingèd Haralds , by command Of sovran power , with ...
... aught availed him now To have built in Heaven high towers ; nor did he scape By all his engines , but was headlong sent , With his industrious crew , to build in Hell . Meanwhile the wingèd Haralds , by command Of sovran power , with ...
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Page 84 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask? The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which all...
Page 72 - Neaera's hair ? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days ; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.
Page 133 - Thus with the year Seasons return ; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair, Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Page 73 - Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake Creep and intrude and climb into the fold! Of other care they little reckoning make Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths ! that scarce themselves know how to hold A sheep-hook, or have...
Page 456 - 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.
Page 39 - And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. 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 74 - Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies. For so to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise : — Ay me...
Page 82 - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered Saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshiped stocks and stones, Forget not : in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piemontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks.
Page 93 - He scarce had ceased when the superior Fiend Was moving toward the shore ; his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast. The broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views At evening, from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
Page 166 - 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...