The Complete Poems of John Milton: Written in English; with Introduction, Notes and IllustrationsP. F. Collier & son, 1909 - 463 pages |
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... reason why his work survives to - day is not because part of it expresses the Puritan theology , but because of its artistic qualities — above all because it is at once more faultless and more nobly sustained in music than that of any ...
... reason why his work survives to - day is not because part of it expresses the Puritan theology , but because of its artistic qualities — above all because it is at once more faultless and more nobly sustained in music than that of any ...
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... reason of the Plague . ( 1631 ) HERE lies old Hobson . Death hath broke his girt , And here , alas ! hath laid him in the dirt ; Or else , the ways being foul , twenty to one He's here stuck in a slough , and overthrown . ' T was such a ...
... reason of the Plague . ( 1631 ) HERE lies old Hobson . Death hath broke his girt , And here , alas ! hath laid him in the dirt ; Or else , the ways being foul , twenty to one He's here stuck in a slough , and overthrown . ' T was such a ...
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... reason why . Whether the Muse or Love call thee his mate , Both them I serve , and of their train am I. SONG ON MAY MORNING ( 1632-33 ) Now the bright morning - star , Day's harbinger , Comes dancing from the East , and leads with her ...
... reason why . Whether the Muse or Love call thee his mate , Both them I serve , and of their train am I. SONG ON MAY MORNING ( 1632-33 ) Now the bright morning - star , Day's harbinger , Comes dancing from the East , and leads with her ...
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... reasons not unplausible , Wind me into the easy - hearted man , And hug him into snares . When once her eye Hath met the virtue of this magic dust I shall appear some harmless villager , Whom thrift keeps up about his country gear . But ...
... reasons not unplausible , Wind me into the easy - hearted man , And hug him into snares . When once her eye Hath met the virtue of this magic dust I shall appear some harmless villager , Whom thrift keeps up about his country gear . But ...
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... reason's mintage Charactered in the face . This have I learnt Tending my flocks hard by i ' the hilly crofts That brow this bottom glade ; whence night by night He and his monstrous rout are heard to howl Like stabled wolves , or tigers ...
... reason's mintage Charactered in the face . This have I learnt Tending my flocks hard by i ' the hilly crofts That brow this bottom glade ; whence night by night He and his monstrous rout are heard to howl Like stabled wolves , or tigers ...
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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...