The Poetical Works of John Milton: To which is Prefixed a Biography of the AuthorAppleton, 1868 - 574 Seiten |
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... behold The fellows of his crime , the followers rather , ( Far other once beheld in bliss ) condemn'd Forever now to have their lot in pain , Millions of spirits for his fault amerced Of Heaven , and from eternal splendors flung For his ...
... behold The fellows of his crime , the followers rather , ( Far other once beheld in bliss ) condemn'd Forever now to have their lot in pain , Millions of spirits for his fault amerced Of Heaven , and from eternal splendors flung For his ...
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... Behold a wonder ! they , but now who seem'd In bigness to surpass earth's giant sons , Now less than smallest dwarfs , in narrow room Throng'd numberless ; like that pygmean race Beyond the Indian mount ; or fairy elves , Whose midnight ...
... Behold a wonder ! they , but now who seem'd In bigness to surpass earth's giant sons , Now less than smallest dwarfs , in narrow room Throng'd numberless ; like that pygmean race Beyond the Indian mount ; or fairy elves , Whose midnight ...
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... behold the throne Of Chaos , and his dark pavilion spread Wide on the wasteful deep ; with him enthroned , Sat sable - vested Night , eldest of things , The consort of his reign ; and by them stood Orcus and Ades , and the dreaded name ...
... behold the throne Of Chaos , and his dark pavilion spread Wide on the wasteful deep ; with him enthroned , Sat sable - vested Night , eldest of things , The consort of his reign ; and by them stood Orcus and Ades , and the dreaded name ...
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... behold Far off the empyreal Heaven , extended wide In circuit , undetermined square or round , With opal towers and battlements adorn'd Of living sapphire , once his native seat ; And fast by hanging in a golden chain 1018 1029 1040 ...
... behold Far off the empyreal Heaven , extended wide In circuit , undetermined square or round , With opal towers and battlements adorn'd Of living sapphire , once his native seat ; And fast by hanging in a golden chain 1018 1029 1040 ...
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... behold the new creation , and Man whom God had placed here , inquires of him the place of his habitation , and is directed ; alights first on mount Niphates . HAIL , holy Light , offspring of Heaven first - born ! Or of the Eternal ...
... behold the new creation , and Man whom God had placed here , inquires of him the place of his habitation , and is directed ; alights first on mount Niphates . HAIL , holy Light , offspring of Heaven first - born ! Or of the Eternal ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Adam agni amorous angels appear'd arm'd arms aught beast behold bliss bright call'd cherubim cloud COMUS Dagon dark death deeds deep delight didst divine doth dread dwell earth eternal evil eyes fair faith Father fear fræna fruit glorious glory gods grace Hæc hand happy hast hath heard heart Heaven heavenly Hell hill honor ipse Israel John Milton join'd King lest light live Lord Lycidas MANOAH Messiah mihi Milton mortal night numina o'er Paradise Lost PARADISE REGAINED pass'd peace Philistines poems praise quæ reign return'd round SAMSON SAMSON AGONISTES Satan seem'd serpent shade shalt sight Son of God song soon soul spake spirits stood strength sweet taste thee thence thine things thither thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi tree Tu quoque turn'd vex'd virtue voice whence wings wonder
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Seite 413 - 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...
Seite 415 - Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse ; Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long, drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning ; The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...
Seite 45 - A dungeon horrible, on all sides round As one great furnace flamed, yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible Served only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes That comes to all; but torture without end Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed With ever-burning sulphur unconsumed...
Seite 134 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty! thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair : thyself how wondrous then, Unspeakable ! who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Seite 456 - 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.
Seite 49 - Farewell, happy fields, Where joy for ever dwells! Hail, horrors! hail, Infernal World! and thou, profoundest Hell, Receive thy new possessor— one who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.
Seite 203 - Yet when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say, Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best.
Seite 106 - O thou, that, with surpassing glory crown'd, Look'st from thy sole dominion like the god Of this new world ; at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminish'd heads ; to thee I call, But with no friendly voice, and add thy name, 0 Sun ! to tell thee how I hate thy beams, That bring to my remembrance from what state 1 fell, how glorious once above thy sphere...
Seite 455 - Had ye been there," . . . 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 sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore? Alas ! what boots it with incessant care To tend the homely, slighted, shepherd's trade, And strictly meditate the thankless Muse? Were it not better done as others use, To sport with Amaryllis...
Seite 455 - What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn, Battening our flocks with the fresh dews of night ; Oft till the star, that rose at evening bright, Toward heaven's descent had sloped his westering wheel.