The Complete Poems of John Milton: Written in English; with Introduction, Notes and IllustrationsP. F. Collier & son, 1909 - 463 páginas |
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... hills like lambs . Why fled the ocean ? and why skipped the mountains ? Why turned Jordan toward his crystal fountains ? Shake , Earth , and at the presence be aghast Of Him that ever was and aye shall last , That glassy floods from ...
... hills like lambs . Why fled the ocean ? and why skipped the mountains ? Why turned Jordan toward his crystal fountains ? Shake , Earth , and at the presence be aghast Of Him that ever was and aye shall last , That glassy floods from ...
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... hills of snow and lofts of pilèd thunder , May tell at length how green - eyed Neptune raves , In heaven's defiance mustering all his waves ; Then sing of secret things that came to pass When beldam Nature in her cradle was ; And last ...
... hills of snow and lofts of pilèd thunder , May tell at length how green - eyed Neptune raves , In heaven's defiance mustering all his waves ; Then sing of secret things that came to pass When beldam Nature in her cradle was ; And last ...
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... hill , Through the high wood echoing shrill : Sometime walking , not unseen , By hedgerow elms , on hillocks green , Right against the eastern gate , Where the great Sun begins his state , Robed in flames and amber light , The clouds in ...
... hill , Through the high wood echoing shrill : Sometime walking , not unseen , By hedgerow elms , on hillocks green , Right against the eastern gate , Where the great Sun begins his state , Robed in flames and amber light , The clouds in ...
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... Hill and dale doth boast Thus we salute thee with And welcome thee , and wis > ght ! ht , I , ht , - ir se . ON TIM ( 1633-3 FLY , envious Time , till the Call on the lazy leaden - st Whose speed is but the ! And glut thyself with wh ...
... Hill and dale doth boast Thus we salute thee with And welcome thee , and wis > ght ! ht , I , ht , - ir se . ON TIM ( 1633-3 FLY , envious Time , till the Call on the lazy leaden - st Whose speed is but the ! And glut thyself with wh ...
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... Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing . Thus we salute thee with our early song , And welcome thee , and wish thee long . ON TIME ( 1633-34 ) FLY , envious Time , till thou run out thy race : Call on the lazy leaden - stepping Hours ...
... Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing . Thus we salute thee with our early song , And welcome thee , and wish thee long . ON TIME ( 1633-34 ) FLY , envious Time , till thou run out thy race : Call on the lazy leaden - stepping Hours ...
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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...