The Complete Poems of John Milton: Written in English; with Introduction, Notes and IllustrationsP. F. Collier & son, 1909 - 463 pages |
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... And leprous Sin will melt from earthly mould ; And Hell itself will pass away , And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day . XV Yea , Truth and Justice then Will down return POEMS WRITTEN AT SCHOOL AND AT COLLEGE 11.
... And leprous Sin will melt from earthly mould ; And Hell itself will pass away , And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day . XV Yea , Truth and Justice then Will down return POEMS WRITTEN AT SCHOOL AND AT COLLEGE 11.
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... Hell can be his shroud ; In vain , with timbreled anthems dark , The sable - stolèd Sorcerers bear his worshiped ark . XXV He feels from Juda's land The dreaded Infant's hand ; The rays of Bethlehem blind his dusky eyn ; Nor all the ...
... Hell can be his shroud ; In vain , with timbreled anthems dark , The sable - stolèd Sorcerers bear his worshiped ark . XXV He feels from Juda's land The dreaded Infant's hand ; The rays of Bethlehem blind his dusky eyn ; Nor all the ...
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... , warbled to the string , Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek , And made Hell grant what Love did seek ; Or call up him that left half - told HC IV The story of Cambuscan bold , Of Camball , and POEMS WRITTEN AT HORTON 37.
... , warbled to the string , Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek , And made Hell grant what Love did seek ; Or call up him that left half - told HC IV The story of Cambuscan bold , Of Camball , and POEMS WRITTEN AT HORTON 37.
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... Hell ; For such there be , but unbelief is blind . Within the navel of this hideous wood , Immured in cypress shades , a Sorcerer dwells , Of Bacchus and of Circe born , great Comus , Deep skilled in all his mother's witcheries , And ...
... Hell ; For such there be , but unbelief is blind . Within the navel of this hideous wood , Immured in cypress shades , a Sorcerer dwells , Of Bacchus and of Circe born , great Comus , Deep skilled in all his mother's witcheries , And ...
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... hell in triple knot Against the unarmed weakness of one virgin , Alone and helpless ! Is this the confidence You gave me , brother ? Eld . Bro . Yes , and keep it still ; Lean on it safely ; not a period Shall be unsaid for me . Against ...
... hell in triple knot Against the unarmed weakness of one virgin , Alone and helpless ! Is this the confidence You gave me , brother ? Eld . Bro . Yes , and keep it still ; Lean on it safely ; not a period Shall be unsaid for me . Against ...
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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.