The Poetical Works of John Milton with a Life of the Author: Preliminary Dissertations on Each Poem; Notes Critical and Explanatory; and Index to the Subjects of Paradise Lost; and a Verbal Index to All the PoemsSampson Low, Son, and Marston, 1865 - 688 pages |
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... hears a noise , and asks what it is . The other replies- For certain Either some one like us night - founder'd here . Line 483 . 232 Pelorus . Pelorus was the north- eastern promontory of Sicily . " Here again Milton brings in his ...
... hears a noise , and asks what it is . The other replies- For certain Either some one like us night - founder'd here . Line 483 . 232 Pelorus . Pelorus was the north- eastern promontory of Sicily . " Here again Milton brings in his ...
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... hear that voice , their liveliest pledge Of hope in fears and dangers , heard so oft In worst extremes , and on the perilous edge Of battel when it raged , in all assaults Their surest signal , they will soon resume New courage , and ...
... hear that voice , their liveliest pledge Of hope in fears and dangers , heard so oft In worst extremes , and on the perilous edge Of battel when it raged , in all assaults Their surest signal , they will soon resume New courage , and ...
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... hear 65 Infernal thunder ; and for lightning see Black fire and horrour shot with equal rage Among his angels ; and his throne itself Mix'd with Tartarean sulphur and strange fire , His own invented torments . But perhaps The way seems ...
... hear 65 Infernal thunder ; and for lightning see Black fire and horrour shot with equal rage Among his angels ; and his throne itself Mix'd with Tartarean sulphur and strange fire , His own invented torments . But perhaps The way seems ...
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... hear 846 His famine should be fill'd , and bless'd his maw Destined to that good hour : no less rejoiced His mother bad , and thus bespake her sire : - The key of this infernal pit by due , 850 And by command of heaven's all - powerful ...
... hear 846 His famine should be fill'd , and bless'd his maw Destined to that good hour : no less rejoiced His mother bad , and thus bespake her sire : - The key of this infernal pit by due , 850 And by command of heaven's all - powerful ...
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... hear'st thou rather , & c . Or dost 10 thou rather hear this address - dost thou delight rather to be called pure ethereal stream ? 8. Whose fountain . Job xxxviii . 10 . Escaped the Stygian pool , though long detain'd In that 66 7.
... hear'st thou rather , & c . Or dost 10 thou rather hear this address - dost thou delight rather to be called pure ethereal stream ? 8. Whose fountain . Job xxxviii . 10 . Escaped the Stygian pool , though long detain'd In that 66 7.
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Adam Adam and Eve ancient angels Arethuse arms beautiful behold bliss bright BRYDGES call'd clouds Comus Dagon dark death deep delight divine dread dwell earth eternal evil eyes fair Father fear fruit glory gods grace hand happy hath heart heaven heavenly hell highth hill honour Il Penseroso King L'Allegro less light live Lord Lycidas Messiah Milton mind morning night nymph o'er Paradise Lost Paradise Regained pass'd peace Philistines poem poet poetical poetry praise reign replied return'd round Samson Samson Agonistes Satan Saviour seat seem'd serpent shade shalt sight Son of God song SONNET soon soul spake spirits stars stood strength sublime sweet taste thee thence thine things thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tion tree turn'd vex'd virtue voice WARTON whence winds wings wonder words
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Page 458 - 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.
Page 463 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go, On the light fantastic toe...
Page 466 - Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask and antique pageantry ; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream. Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild.
Page 466 - And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength ; And, crop-full, out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Page 67 - 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.
Page 405 - 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.
Page 66 - HAIL, holy Light, offspring of Heaven first-born! Or of the Eternal coeternal beam May I express thee unblamed? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate ! Or hear'st thou rather pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell?
Page 232 - This novelty on earth, this fair defect Of nature, and not fill the world at once With men, as angels, without feminine; Or find some other way to generate Mankind?
Page 66 - Eternal coeternal beam May I express thee unblamed? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity — -dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate ! Or hear'st thou rather pure Ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell? Before the Sun, Before the Heavens, thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle, didst invest 10 The rising World of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless Infinite...
Page 464 - Through the sweet-briar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine ; While the cock, with lively din, Scatters the rear of darkness thin, And, to the stack or the barn-door, Stoutly struts his dames before : Oft listening how the hounds and horn Cheerly rouse the slumbering Morn, From the side of some hoar hill, Through the high wood echoing shrill.