The Complete Poems of John Milton: Written in English; with Introduction, Notes and IllustrationsP. F. Collier & son, 1909 - 463 pages |
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... here its last fulfilling : She knew such harmony alone Could hold all Heaven and Earth in happier union . XI At last surrounds their sight A globe of circular light , That with long beams the shamefaced Night arrayed ; The 10 JOHN MILTON.
... here its last fulfilling : She knew such harmony alone Could hold all Heaven and Earth in happier union . XI At last surrounds their sight A globe of circular light , That with long beams the shamefaced Night arrayed ; The 10 JOHN MILTON.
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... earth ; Jordan's clear streams recoil , As a faint host that hath received the foil . The high huge - bellied mountains skip like rams Amongst their ewes , the little hills like lambs . Why fled the ocean ? and why skipped the mountains ...
... earth ; Jordan's clear streams recoil , As a faint host that hath received the foil . The high huge - bellied mountains skip like rams Amongst their ewes , the little hills like lambs . Why fled the ocean ? and why skipped the mountains ...
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... Earth to shake ; For his , & c . That by his wisdom did create The painted heavens so full of state ; For his , & c . That did the solid Earth ordain To rise above the watery plain ; For his , & c . That by his all - commanding might ...
... Earth to shake ; For his , & c . That by his wisdom did create The painted heavens so full of state ; For his , & c . That did the solid Earth ordain To rise above the watery plain ; For his , & c . That by his all - commanding might ...
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... earth's dark womb , Or that thy beauties lie in wormy bed Hid from the world in a low - delvèd tomb ; Could Heaven , for pity , thee so strictly doom ? Oh no ! for something in thy face did shine Above mortality , that showed thou wast ...
... earth's dark womb , Or that thy beauties lie in wormy bed Hid from the world in a low - delvèd tomb ; Could Heaven , for pity , thee so strictly doom ? Oh no ! for something in thy face did shine Above mortality , that showed thou wast ...
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... Earth's sons besiege the wall Of sheeny Heaven , and thou some Goddess fled Amongst us here below to hide thy nectared head ? VIII Or wert thou that just Maid who once before Forsook the hated earth , oh ! tell me sooth , And camest ...
... Earth's sons besiege the wall Of sheeny Heaven , and thou some Goddess fled Amongst us here below to hide thy nectared head ? VIII Or wert thou that just Maid who once before Forsook the hated earth , oh ! tell me sooth , And camest ...
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Adam Ægypt Angels Archangel arms aught beast behold Belial bliss bright Cherub Cherubim Chor cloud Comus creatures Dagon dark death deeds deep delight didst divine dread dwell Earth eternal evil eyes fair Fair Angel faith Father fear fire flame flowers fruit glory gods grace hand happy hast hath HC IV heard heart Heaven heavenly Hell highth hill honour Israel JOHN MILTON King lest light live Lord Lycidas Messiah mortal night Nymph o'er pain Paradise peace Philistines praise quire reign replied round rowled Sams sapience Satan scape seat seemed Serpent shade shalt shew sight Son of God song soon spake Spirits stars stood strength sweet taste temper Thammuz thee thence thine things thither thou art thou hast thought throne thyself Tree virtue voice whence winds wings wonder wrauth
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Page 139 - 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 78 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor; So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky : So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high, Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves, Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive...
Page 86 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he, returning, chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Page 31 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Page 460 - 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 76 - And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life. "But not the praise," Phoebus replied, and touched my trembling ears: "Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies, But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.
Page 75 - For what could that have done? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself, for her enchanting son, Whom universal nature did lament, When, by the rout that made the hideous roar, His gory visage down the stream was...
Page 101 - Thammuz came next behind, Whose annual wound in Lebanon allured The Syrian damsels to lament his fate In amorous ditties all a summer's day, While smooth Adonis from his native rock Ran purple to the sea, supposed with blood Of Thammuz yearly wounded...
Page 75 - And all their echoes mourn. The willows and the hazel copses green Shall now no more be seen Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the canker to the rose, Or taint-worm to the weanling herds that graze, Or frost to flowers, that their gay wardrobe wear When first the white-thorn blows; Such, Lycidas, thy loss to shepherd's ear.
Page 97 - 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, 290 Rivers or mountains in her spotty globe.