The Complete Poems of John Milton: Written in English; with Introduction, Notes and IllustrationsP. F. Collier & son, 1909 - 463 páginas |
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... earth ; Jordan's clear streams recoil , As a faint host that hath received the foil . The high huge - bellied mountains skip like rams Amongst their ewes , the little hills like lambs . Why fled the ocean ? and why skipped the mountains ...
... earth ; Jordan's clear streams recoil , As a faint host that hath received the foil . The high huge - bellied mountains skip like rams Amongst their ewes , the little hills like lambs . Why fled the ocean ? and why skipped the mountains ...
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... Earth to shake ; For his , & c . That by his wisdom did create The painted heavens so full of state ; For his , & c . That did the solid Earth ordain To rise above the watery plain ; For his , & c . That by his all - commanding might ...
... Earth to shake ; For his , & c . That by his wisdom did create The painted heavens so full of state ; For his , & c . That did the solid Earth ordain To rise above the watery plain ; For his , & c . That by his all - commanding might ...
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... earth's dark womb , Or that thy beauties lie in wormy bed Hid from the world in a low - delvèd tomb ; Could Heaven , for pity , thee so strictly doom ? Oh no ! for something in thy face did shine Above mortality , that showed thou wast ...
... earth's dark womb , Or that thy beauties lie in wormy bed Hid from the world in a low - delvèd tomb ; Could Heaven , for pity , thee so strictly doom ? Oh no ! for something in thy face did shine Above mortality , that showed thou wast ...
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... Earth's sons besiege the wall Of sheeny Heaven , and thou some Goddess fled Amongst us here below to hide thy nectared head ? VIII Or wert thou that just Maid who once before Forsook the hated earth , oh ! tell me sooth , And camest ...
... Earth's sons besiege the wall Of sheeny Heaven , and thou some Goddess fled Amongst us here below to hide thy nectared head ? VIII Or wert thou that just Maid who once before Forsook the hated earth , oh ! tell me sooth , And camest ...
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... earth - born Giant , spreads His thirty arms along the indented meads , Or sullen Mole , that runneth underneath , Or Sevren swift , guilty of maiden's death , Or rocky Avon , or of sedgy Lea , Or coaly Tyne , or ancient hallowed Dee ...
... earth - born Giant , spreads His thirty arms along the indented meads , Or sullen Mole , that runneth underneath , Or Sevren swift , guilty of maiden's death , Or rocky Avon , or of sedgy Lea , Or coaly Tyne , or ancient hallowed Dee ...
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Adam Ægypt Angels Archangel arms aught beast behold Belial bliss bright burning lake celestial Cherub Cherubim cloud Comus creatures Dagon dark death deeds deep delight didst divine dread dwell Earth eternal evil eyes fair Fair Angel Father fear fell Fiend fierce fire flaming flowers fruit glory gods grace hand happy hast hath heard Heaven Heavenly Hell highth hill honour Israel Ithuriel King lest light live Lord Lycidas Messiah morn mortal night o'er pain Paradise peace praise quire reign round rowled sapience Satan scape seat seemed Seraph Serpent shade shalt shew sight Son of God song soon spake Spirits stars stood sweet taste Thammuz thee thence thine things thither thou art thou hast thought throne thunder thyself Tree virtue voice whence winds wings wonder World wrauth Zephon
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Página 84 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask? The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which all...
Página 72 - Neaera's hair ? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days ; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.
Página 133 - Thus with the year Seasons return ; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair, Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Página 73 - Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake Creep and intrude and climb into the fold! Of other care they little reckoning make Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths ! that scarce themselves know how to hold A sheep-hook, or have...
Página 456 - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame, nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
Página 39 - And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Página 74 - Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies. For so to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise : — Ay me...
Página 82 - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered Saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshiped stocks and stones, Forget not : in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piemontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks.
Página 93 - He scarce had ceased when the superior Fiend Was moving toward the shore ; his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast. The broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views At evening, from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
Página 166 - 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...