Milton's LycidasGinn and Heath, 1879 - 38 Seiten |
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John Milton Homer Baxter Sprague. VACUUM THE ENCOMPASSING ALL OUR STARRY UNIVERSE REALM OF CHAOS AND NIGHT HELL Milton's Lycidas John Milton , Homer Baxter Sprague ARTES 1817 SCIENTIA VERITAS LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN OF SPACE ...
John Milton Homer Baxter Sprague. VACUUM THE ENCOMPASSING ALL OUR STARRY UNIVERSE REALM OF CHAOS AND NIGHT HELL Milton's Lycidas John Milton , Homer Baxter Sprague ARTES 1817 SCIENTIA VERITAS LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN OF SPACE ...
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John Milton Homer Baxter Sprague. VERTICAL SECTION , PARADISE LOST , BOOKS I AND II . WITH INTRODUCTION. Showing ( conjecturally ) Milton's cosmography , the Empyreal Heavens , our Starry Universe , Hell , and Chaos . See Preface .
John Milton Homer Baxter Sprague. VERTICAL SECTION , PARADISE LOST , BOOKS I AND II . WITH INTRODUCTION. Showing ( conjecturally ) Milton's cosmography , the Empyreal Heavens , our Starry Universe , Hell , and Chaos . See Preface .
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... universe . * In the centre of hell is the lake of fire , a boiling ocean . ' Three vast regions of horror lie in concentric zones around it . First , a belt of fiery volcanic soil ; then , a moist region , through which , like an ocean ...
... universe . * In the centre of hell is the lake of fire , a boiling ocean . ' Three vast regions of horror lie in concentric zones around it . First , a belt of fiery volcanic soil ; then , a moist region , through which , like an ocean ...
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... universe . The title of the poem , though perhaps the best that could have been chosen , hardly indicates beforehand the full extent of the theme . Nor are the opening lines sufficiently descriptive of what is to fol- low . According to ...
... universe . The title of the poem , though perhaps the best that could have been chosen , hardly indicates beforehand the full extent of the theme . Nor are the opening lines sufficiently descriptive of what is to fol- low . According to ...
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... Universe of Pre - human existence which the poem assumes . For he was a native of that pre - human uni- one of its greatest and most conspicuous natives ; and what we follow in the poem , when its story is taken chronologically , is the ...
... Universe of Pre - human existence which the poem assumes . For he was a native of that pre - human uni- one of its greatest and most conspicuous natives ; and what we follow in the poem , when its story is taken chronologically , is the ...
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Seite 10 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise...
Seite 27 - And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears: Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffadillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Seite 10 - Under the opening eyelids of the morn, We drove a-field, and both together heard 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.
Seite 6 - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
Seite xxix - Anon out of the earth a fabric huge Rose like an exhalation, with the sound Of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet— Built like a temple, where pilasters round Were set, and Doric pillars overlaid With golden architrave; nor did there want Cornice or frieze, with bossy sculptures graven: The roof was fretted gold.
Seite 7 - Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due : For Lycidas* is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer : Who would not sing for Lycidas ? He knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
Seite 22 - And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw...
Seite 55 - Sheer o'er the crystal battlements : from morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, A summer's day ; and with the setting sun Dropt from the zenith like a falling star...
Seite 34 - 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 nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above In solemn troops, and sweet societies That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Seite 19 - What hard mishap hath doomed this gentle swain? And questioned every gust of rugged wings That blows from off each beaked promontory : They knew not of his story, And sage Hippotades their answer brings, That not a blast was from his dungeon strayed, The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters played.