The Poetical Works of John MiltonPhillips, Sampson, 1855 - 858 pages |
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Page xxxi
... truth , and purity of intellect and heart , break out at every word . To these strains who can deny poetical ... truths , but imaginative truths : even single epithets convey these , as is shown by every part of " Comus , " while ...
... truth , and purity of intellect and heart , break out at every word . To these strains who can deny poetical ... truths , but imaginative truths : even single epithets convey these , as is shown by every part of " Comus , " while ...
Page xxxvii
... truth is , that the knowledge of external nature , and the sciences which that knowledge requires or includes , are not the great or the frequent business of the human mind . Whether we provide for action or conversation ; whether we ...
... truth is , that the knowledge of external nature , and the sciences which that knowledge requires or includes , are not the great or the frequent business of the human mind . Whether we provide for action or conversation ; whether we ...
Page xxxviii
... truth and prosperous virtue . ' The poet has long eclipsed the man : he has been imprisoned even in the temple of the Muses ; and the very splendour of the bard seems to be our title to pass an act of oblivion ' on the share he bore in ...
... truth and prosperous virtue . ' The poet has long eclipsed the man : he has been imprisoned even in the temple of the Muses ; and the very splendour of the bard seems to be our title to pass an act of oblivion ' on the share he bore in ...
Page xl
... truth again ; never hope for the cheerful dawn ; never more hear the bird of morning sing . Be moved with pity at the afflicted state of this our shaken monarchy , that now lies labouring under her throes , and struggling against the ...
... truth again ; never hope for the cheerful dawn ; never more hear the bird of morning sing . Be moved with pity at the afflicted state of this our shaken monarchy , that now lies labouring under her throes , and struggling against the ...
Page xli
... truth and righteousness , and casting far from her the rags of her old vices , may press on hard to that high and happy emalation to be found the soberest , wisest , and most Christian people at that day , when thou , the eternal and ...
... truth and righteousness , and casting far from her the rags of her old vices , may press on hard to that high and happy emalation to be found the soberest , wisest , and most Christian people at that day , when thou , the eternal and ...
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Page 403 - And the LORD went before them by day in a pillar of a cloud, to lead them the way; and by night in a pillar of fire, to give them light; to go by day and night...
Page 707 - 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.
Page 210 - But neither breath of morn, when she ascends With charm of earliest birds; nor rising sun On this delightful land; nor herb, fruit, flower, Glistering with dew; nor fragrance after showers; Nor grateful evening mild; nor silent night With this her solemn bird; nor walk by moon, Or glittering starlight, without thee is sweet.
Page 124 - What matter where, if I be still the same, And what I should be ; all but less than He Whom thunder hath made greater >. Here at least We shall be free ; the Almighty hath not built Here for his envy, will not drive us hence : Here we may reign secure, and, in my choice, To reign is worth ambition, though in hell : Better to reign in hell, than serve in heaven.
Page 174 - Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song ; but chief Thee, Sion, and the flowery brooks beneath, That wash thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit...
Page 727 - Vesta long of yore To solitary Saturn bore; His daughter she; in Saturn's reign Such mixture was not held a stain. Oft in glimmering bowers and glades He met her, and in secret shades Of woody Ida's inmost grove, Whilst yet there was no fear of Jove. 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.
Page 710 - Through the dear might of Him that walk'd 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.
Page lvii - And long it was not after, when I was confirmed in this opinion, that he who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things ought himself to be a true poem ; that is, a composition and pattern of the best and honourablest things; not presuming to sing high praises of heroic men, or famous cities, unless he have in himself the experience and the practice of all that which is praiseworthy.
Page xlvi - Neither do I think it shame to covenant with any knowing reader, that for some few years yet I may go on trust with him toward the payment of what I am now indebted, as being a work not to be raised from the heat of youth, or the vapours of wine, like that which flows at waste from the pen of some vulgar...
Page 772 - With saintly shout and solemn jubilee ; Where the bright Seraphim in burning row Their loud uplifted angel-trumpets blow ; And the Cherubic host in thousand quires Touch their immortal harps of golden wires, With those just Spirits that wear victorious palms...