The Shorter Poems of John Milton: Including the Two Latin Elegies and Italian Sonnet to Diodati, and the Epitaphium DamonisMacmillan, 1898 - 299 páginas |
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... never cease to roar ; Yea , it shall be his natural property To harbour those that are at enmity . " What power , what force , what mighty spell , if not Your learned hands , can loose this Gordian knot ? 80 90 The next , QUANTITY and ...
... never cease to roar ; Yea , it shall be his natural property To harbour those that are at enmity . " What power , what force , what mighty spell , if not Your learned hands , can loose this Gordian knot ? 80 90 The next , QUANTITY and ...
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... never was by mortal finger strook , Divinely - warbled voice Answering the stringed noise , As all their souls in blissful rapture took : The air , such pleasure loth to lose , 99 With thousand echoes still prolongs each heavenly close ...
... never was by mortal finger strook , Divinely - warbled voice Answering the stringed noise , As all their souls in blissful rapture took : The air , such pleasure loth to lose , 99 With thousand echoes still prolongs each heavenly close ...
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... never made , But when of old the Sons of Morning sung , While the Creator great His constellations set , And the well - balanced World on hinges hung , And cast the dark foundations deep , 120 And bid the weltering waves their oozy ...
... never made , But when of old the Sons of Morning sung , While the Creator great His constellations set , And the well - balanced World on hinges hung , And cast the dark foundations deep , 120 And bid the weltering waves their oozy ...
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... never have prevailed , Had not his weekly course of carriage failed ; 10 But lately , finding him so long at home ... never die while he could move ; So hung his destiny , never to rot While he might still jog on and keep his trot ; Made ...
... never have prevailed , Had not his weekly course of carriage failed ; 10 But lately , finding him so long at home ... never die while he could move ; So hung his destiny , never to rot While he might still jog on and keep his trot ; Made ...
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... never heard the nymphs to daunt , Or fright them from their hallowed haunt . There , in close covert , by some brook , Where no profaner eye may look , Hide me from day's garish eye , While the bee with honeyed thigh , That at her ...
... never heard the nymphs to daunt , Or fright them from their hallowed haunt . There , in close covert , by some brook , Where no profaner eye may look , Hide me from day's garish eye , While the bee with honeyed thigh , That at her ...
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The Shorter Poems of John Milton: Including the Two Latin Elegies and ... John Milton Vista completa - 1898 |
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Términos y frases comunes
Alluding allusion beauty Cambridge MSS charm Church College Comus Cromwell Dæmon Damon dark daughter death delight Diodati divine domino jam domum impasti doth Earl of Bridgewater earth edition Elegy England English Estrildis Faerie Queene fair father flower gentle golden hast hath hear Heaven Henry Lawes honour Il Penseroso Italian jam non vacat Jonson King L'Allegro Lady Latin Lawes light lines Lord Ludlow Castle Lycidas masque Masson says Midsummer Night's Dream mihi Milton Milton's own hand mind moral morn Muse nature night Nightingale noble nymphs o'er Paradise Lost Parliament pastoral Penseroso Phillips poem poet poetry praise Puritan revealed rhyme Richard Garnett river Shakespeare shepherds solemn song sonnet soul Spenser spheres spirit star Stopford Brooke sweet Tennyson thee thou thought Thyrsis truth University Carrier Vane verse virgin virtue wife wings Wordsworth young youth
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Página 14 - But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of light His reign of peace upon the earth began...
Página 187 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie: There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Página 39 - 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...
Página 87 - 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. Who would not sing for Lycidas? he knew 10 Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear.
Página 92 - Return, Alpheus; the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades and wanton winds and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes, That on the green turf suck the honeyed showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Página 40 - Come, pensive nun, devout and pure, Sober, steadfast, and demure, All in a robe of darkest grain, Flowing with majestic train, And sable stole of cypress lawn Over thy decent shoulders drawn. Come, but keep thy wonted state, With even step and musing gait And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes...
Página 138 - Nature, was a most gentle expresser of it : his mind and hand went together ; and what he thought, he uttered with that easiness, that we have scarce received from him a blot in his papers.
Página 41 - On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way; 70 And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew sound, Over some wide-watered shore, 75 Swinging slow with sullen roar...
Página 195 - O'er other creatures : 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...
Página 91 - Ah ! who hath reft,' quoth he, ' my dearest pledge ? ' Last came, and last did go The Pilot of the Galilean lake ; Two massy keys he bore of metals twain...