The Poetical Works of John Milton, Volumen1T.Y. Crowell & Company, 1892 - 618 páginas |
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... hast not missed one thought that could be fit , And all that was improper dost omit ; So that no room is here for writers left , But to detect their ignorance or theft . The majesty which through thy work doth reign Draws the devout ...
... hast not missed one thought that could be fit , And all that was improper dost omit ; So that no room is here for writers left , But to detect their ignorance or theft . The majesty which through thy work doth reign Draws the devout ...
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... Hast thou forgot me , then ; and do I seem Now in thine eyes so foul ? —once deemed so fair In Heaven , when at the assembly , and in sight Of all the Seraphim with thee combined In bold conspiracy against Heaven's King , All on a ...
... Hast thou forgot me , then ; and do I seem Now in thine eyes so foul ? —once deemed so fair In Heaven , when at the assembly , and in sight Of all the Seraphim with thee combined In bold conspiracy against Heaven's King , All on a ...
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... hast made ? So should thy goodness and thy greatness both Be questioned and blasphemed without defence . " To whom the great Creator thus replied : " O Son , in whom my soul hath chief delight , Son of my bosom , Son who art alone My ...
... hast made ? So should thy goodness and thy greatness both Be questioned and blasphemed without defence . " To whom the great Creator thus replied : " O Son , in whom my soul hath chief delight , Son of my bosom , Son who art alone My ...
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... hast given me to possess Life in myself for ever ; by thee I live ; Though now to Death I yield , and am his due , All that of me can die , yet , that debt paid , Thou wilt not leave me in the loathsome grave His prey , nor suffer my ...
... hast given me to possess Life in myself for ever ; by thee I live ; Though now to Death I yield , and am his due , All that of me can die , yet , that debt paid , Thou wilt not leave me in the loathsome grave His prey , nor suffer my ...
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... hast , though throned in highest bliss Equal to God , and equally enjoying God - like fruition , quitted all to save - A world from utter loss , and hast been found By merit more than birthright Son of God , - Found worthiest to be so ...
... hast , though throned in highest bliss Equal to God , and equally enjoying God - like fruition , quitted all to save - A world from utter loss , and hast been found By merit more than birthright Son of God , - Found worthiest to be so ...
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Adam Aldersgate Street Angels arms beast behold bliss called Chaos Christ's College cloud Comus dark death deep delight divine dread dwell Earth edition Empyrean English eternal evil eyes fair faith Father fear fire friends fruit glory gods grace hand happy Harefield hath heard heart Heaven Heavenly Hell Henry Lawes highth hill honour John Milton King labour Lady Latin light live Long Parliament Lord Ludlow Castle Lycidas masque Milton mind night o'er Paradise Lost Paradise Regained peace Petty France poem poet praise reign replied round Samson Samson Agonistes Satan seemed Serpent shalt sight song Sonnet soon spake Sphere Spirit stars stood sweet taste thee thence thine things thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tree verse virtue voice whence wings wonder words World
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Página 534 - 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 flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw; The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But swol'n with wind and the rank mist they draw Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread: Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said: — But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Página 533 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise 70 (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. "But not the praise...
Página 484 - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance, or breathed spell, Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Página 115 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening
Página 495 - 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.
Página 546 - 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...
Página 13 - I am now indebted, as being a work not to be raised from the heat of youth, or the vapours of wine, like that which flows at waste from the pen of some vulgar amorist, or the trencher fury of a riming parasite, nor to be obtained by the invocation of Dame Memory and her Siren Daughters, but by devout prayer to that Eternal Spirit who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases.
Página 61 - HIGH on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind, Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold, Satan exalted sat, by merit raised To that bad eminence...
Página 518 - The unpolluted temple of the mind, And turns it by degrees to the soul's essence, Till all be made immortal : but when lust By unchaste looks, loose gestures, and foul talk ; But most by lewd and lavish act of sin, Lets in defilement to the inward parts, The soul grows clotted by contagion, Imbodies, and imbrutes, till she quite lose The divine property of her first being.
Página 535 - 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...