Milton's LycidasGinn and Heath, 1879 - 38 Seiten |
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... Deep in this tremendous abyss lies Hell , perhaps near the centre , possibly at the nadir ; distant , at any rate , from the light of God by three times the radius of our starry universe . * In the centre of hell is the lake of fire , a ...
... Deep in this tremendous abyss lies Hell , perhaps near the centre , possibly at the nadir ; distant , at any rate , from the light of God by three times the radius of our starry universe . * In the centre of hell is the lake of fire , a ...
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... deep down and extends towards the shades twice as far as is the prospect upward to the ethereal throne of Heaven " - * In a foot - note on this passage Masson adds , " Heaven or the Empyrean being necessarily represented in our diagram ...
... deep down and extends towards the shades twice as far as is the prospect upward to the ethereal throne of Heaven " - * In a foot - note on this passage Masson adds , " Heaven or the Empyrean being necessarily represented in our diagram ...
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... deep - seated in human nature this sense of style - that prob- ably not for artists alone , but for all intelligent Englishmen who read him , its gratification by Milton's poetry is a large , though often not fully recognized part of ...
... deep - seated in human nature this sense of style - that prob- ably not for artists alone , but for all intelligent Englishmen who read him , its gratification by Milton's poetry is a large , though often not fully recognized part of ...
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... deep . Which action passed over , the poem hastens into the midst of things , presenting Satan with his angels now fallen into Hell , described here , not in the centre , ( for Heaven and Earth may be supposed as yet not made ...
... deep . Which action passed over , the poem hastens into the midst of things , presenting Satan with his angels now fallen into Hell , described here , not in the centre , ( for Heaven and Earth may be supposed as yet not made ...
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... deep tract of hell say first , what cause - Moved our grand parents in that happy state , Favored of heaven so highly , to fall off From their Creator , and transgress his will For one restraint , lords of the world besides ? Who first ...
... deep tract of hell say first , what cause - Moved our grand parents in that happy state , Favored of heaven so highly , to fall off From their Creator , and transgress his will For one restraint , lords of the world besides ? Who first ...
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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.