The poetical works of John Milton, with the life of the author by S. Johnson, Volumes 3-41807 |
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Page 146
... agni . Hei mihi ! quæ terris , quæ dicam numina cœlo , Postquam te immiti rapuerunt funere Damon ! Siccine nos linquis , tua sic sine nomine virtus Ibit , et obscuris numero sociabitur umbris ? At non ille , animas virgâ qui dividit ...
... agni . Hei mihi ! quæ terris , quæ dicam numina cœlo , Postquam te immiti rapuerunt funere Damon ! Siccine nos linquis , tua sic sine nomine virtus Ibit , et obscuris numero sociabitur umbris ? At non ille , animas virgâ qui dividit ...
Page 147
... agni . Pectora cui credam ? quis me lenire docebit Mordaces curas , quis longam fallere noctem Dulcibus alloquiis , grato cùm sibilat igni Molle pyrum , et nucibus strepitat focus , et malus auster Miscet cuncta foris , et desuper ...
... agni . Pectora cui credam ? quis me lenire docebit Mordaces curas , quis longam fallere noctem Dulcibus alloquiis , grato cùm sibilat igni Molle pyrum , et nucibus strepitat focus , et malus auster Miscet cuncta foris , et desuper ...
Page 148
... agni . Mopsus ad hæc , nam me redeuntem forte notârat , ( Et callebat avium linguas , et sidere Mopsus ) Thysi quid hoc ? dixit , quæ te coquit improba bilis ? Aut te perdit amor , aut te malè fascinat astrum , Saturni grave sæpe fuit ...
... agni . Mopsus ad hæc , nam me redeuntem forte notârat , ( Et callebat avium linguas , et sidere Mopsus ) Thysi quid hoc ? dixit , quæ te coquit improba bilis ? Aut te perdit amor , aut te malè fascinat astrum , Saturni grave sæpe fuit ...
Page 149
... agni . Heu quis me ignotas traxit vagus error in oras Ire per aëreas rupes , Alpemque nivosam ! Ecquid erat tanti Romam vidisse sepultam , ( Quamvis illa foret , qualem dum viseret olim , Tityrus ipse suas et oves et rura reliquit ...
... agni . Heu quis me ignotas traxit vagus error in oras Ire per aëreas rupes , Alpemque nivosam ! Ecquid erat tanti Romam vidisse sepultam , ( Quamvis illa foret , qualem dum viseret olim , Tityrus ipse suas et oves et rura reliquit ...
Page 150
... agni . Hæc mihi tum læto dictabat roscida luna , Dum solus teneros claudebam cratibus hædos . Ah quoties dixi , cùm te cinis ater habebat , Nunc canit , aut lepori nunc tendit ratia Damon , Vimina nunc texit , varios sibi quod sit in ...
... agni . Hæc mihi tum læto dictabat roscida luna , Dum solus teneros claudebam cratibus hædos . Ah quoties dixi , cùm te cinis ater habebat , Nunc canit , aut lepori nunc tendit ratia Damon , Vimina nunc texit , varios sibi quod sit in ...
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aëre agni Amor angels arms Atque behold bright cæli CHOR Dagon dark death didst divine domino jam domum impasti dost doth earth enemies etiam eyes fair fame father fear feast foes fræna giv'n glory Hæc hand hath head hear heard Heav'n heav'nly holy honor illa ille ipse Israel jam non vacat kings Latin light Lord lumina Lycidas malè mihi MILTON mortal Muse night numbers numina Nunc o'er Olympo P. L. ii P. L. vii P. L. x P. L. xi Paradise Regained peace Philistines Phœbus praise Psalm quæ quid quoque reply'd round sæpe Samson Samson Agonistes Saviour shades shalt shame Shepherd sing Son of God song soul strength sweet tamen thee thence thine things thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi Tu quoque ulmo urbe virtue wilt wind wings word
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Page 192 - Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys! Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
Page 186 - Euphrosyne, And by men, heart-easing Mirth, Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore...
Page 190 - And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, 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...
Page 146 - 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 197 - 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.
Page 188 - Where the great sun begins his state, Rob'd in flames, and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale, Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Page 35 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail bounteous May that dost inspire Mirth and youth, and warm desire; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish...
Page 30 - FLY, envious Time, till thou run out thy race ; Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours, Whose speed is but the heavy plummet's pace ; And glut thyself with what thy womb devours, Which is no more than what is false and vain, And merely mortal dross ; So little is our loss, So little is thy gain.