The Complete Poems of John Milton: Written in English; with Introduction, Notes and IllustrationsP. F. Collier & son, 1909 - 463 pages |
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... look so near upon her foul deformities . III But he , her fears to cease , Sent down the meek - eyed Peace : She , crowned with olive green , came softly sliding Down through the turning sphere , His ready Harbinger , 8 JOHN MILTON.
... look so near upon her foul deformities . III But he , her fears to cease , Sent down the meek - eyed Peace : She , crowned with olive green , came softly sliding Down through the turning sphere , His ready Harbinger , 8 JOHN MILTON.
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... Look in , and see each blissful Deity How he before the thunderous throne doth lie , Listening to what unshorn Apollo sings To the touch of golden wires , while Hebe brings Immortal nectar to her kingly Sire ; Then , passing through the ...
... Look in , and see each blissful Deity How he before the thunderous throne doth lie , Listening to what unshorn Apollo sings To the touch of golden wires , while Hebe brings Immortal nectar to her kingly Sire ; Then , passing through the ...
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... looks commercing with the skies , Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes : There , held in holy passion still , Forget thyself to marble , till With a sad leaden downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast . And join with thee calm ...
... looks commercing with the skies , Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes : There , held in holy passion still , Forget thyself to marble , till With a sad leaden downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast . And join with thee calm ...
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... look , Hide me from Day's garish eye , While the bee with honeyed thigh , That at her flowery work doth sing , And the waters murmuring , With such consort as they keep , Entice the dewy - feathered Sleep . And let some strange ...
... look , Hide me from Day's garish eye , While the bee with honeyed thigh , That at her flowery work doth sing , And the waters murmuring , With such consort as they keep , Entice the dewy - feathered Sleep . And let some strange ...
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... look ! n blaze of majesty h we from hence descry , to be mistook ? is is she our vows and wishes bend : solemn search hath end . at her high worth to raise erst so lavish and profuse , justly now accuse action from her praise : than ...
... look ! n blaze of majesty h we from hence descry , to be mistook ? is is she our vows and wishes bend : solemn search hath end . at her high worth to raise erst so lavish and profuse , justly now accuse action from her praise : than ...
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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...