The Poetical Works of John Milton, Band 1William Pickering, 1832 - 148 Seiten |
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... writings of one , distinguished for his high imagination , his poetical feeling , his speculative politics , and his visionary theology . Johnson came , it must be owned , with strong prejudice and much dislike to his subject ; and ...
... writings of one , distinguished for his high imagination , his poetical feeling , his speculative politics , and his visionary theology . Johnson came , it must be owned , with strong prejudice and much dislike to his subject ; and ...
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... writing the above , I have had an oppor- tunity of perusing Newton's Life of Milton ; it is not written with any spirit or elegance of style , but it contains an impartial and accurate account of what is known of the Poet's history ...
... writing the above , I have had an oppor- tunity of perusing Newton's Life of Milton ; it is not written with any spirit or elegance of style , but it contains an impartial and accurate account of what is known of the Poet's history ...
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... writings of Milton and Salmasius , I could wish to have ex- hibited to my readers a fuller account of the con- troversy , and to have afforded adequate examples of the comparative skill and talents of the writers ; but the contracted ...
... writings of Milton and Salmasius , I could wish to have ex- hibited to my readers a fuller account of the con- troversy , and to have afforded adequate examples of the comparative skill and talents of the writers ; but the contracted ...
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... writing an epic poem on some part of the ancient British history . Dr. Johnson has observed that this ' poem 6 is written with the common but childish imitation of pastoral life . ' As it is not however intended deeply to move the ...
... writing an epic poem on some part of the ancient British history . Dr. Johnson has observed that this ' poem 6 is written with the common but childish imitation of pastoral life . ' As it is not however intended deeply to move the ...
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... writing , wherein knowing myself inferior to my- self , led by the genial power of nature to another task , I have the use , as I may account it , but of my left hand . ' Weapons , says one of his biogra- phers , more effectual than ...
... writing , wherein knowing myself inferior to my- self , led by the genial power of nature to another task , I have the use , as I may account it , but of my left hand . ' Weapons , says one of his biogra- phers , more effectual than ...
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Seite 4 - 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 32 - 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 64 - For each seem'd either: black it stood as night, Fierce as ten furies, terrible as Hell, And shook a dreadful dart ; what seem'd his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on.
Seite 3 - With vain attempt. Him the Almighty Power Hurled headlong flaming from the ethereal sky With hideous ruin and combustion down To bottomless perdition, there to dwell In adamantine* chains and penal fire, Who durst defy the Omnipotent to arms.
Seite 82 - Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note...
Seite 64 - That dar'st, though grim and terrible, advance Thy miscreated front athwart my way To yonder gates ? Through them I mean to pass, That be assured, without leave asked of thee. Retire ; or taste thy folly, and learn by proof, Hell-born, not to contend with Spirits of Heaven.
Seite 125 - For a man indeed ought not to cover his head, forasmuch as he is the image and glory of God : but the woman is the glory of the man. For the man is not of the woman; but the woman of the man. Neither was the man created for the woman ; but the woman for the man.
Seite 3 - Before all temples the upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for Thou know'st; Thou from the first Wast present, and, with mighty wings outspread, Dove-like sat'st brooding on the vast abyss, And mad'st it pregnant: what in me is dark Illumine, what is low raise and support; That to the height of this great argument I may assert eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men.
Seite 10 - Created hugest that swim the ocean stream: Him, haply, slumbering on the Norway foam, The pilot of some small night-founder'd skiff Deeming some island, oft, as seamen tell, With fixed anchor in his scaly rind Moors by his side under the lee, while night Invests the sea, and wished morn delays...
Seite 137 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung...