The poetical works of John Milton, with the life of the author by S. Johnson, Volumes 3-41807 |
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... thee low of parentage , Thy Father is th ' eternal King who rules All Heav'n and Earth , angels and sons of men ; A ... thee they came , Directed to the manger , where thou lay'st , For in the inn was left no better room : A star ...
... thee low of parentage , Thy Father is th ' eternal King who rules All Heav'n and Earth , angels and sons of men ; A ... thee they came , Directed to the manger , where thou lay'st , For in the inn was left no better room : A star ...
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... 'd him , then with words thus utter'd spake : Sir , what ill chance hath brought thee to this place So far from path , or road of men , who pass B In troop , or caravan ? - for single none Book I. PARADISE RÉCAIN'D .
... 'd him , then with words thus utter'd spake : Sir , what ill chance hath brought thee to this place So far from path , or road of men , who pass B In troop , or caravan ? - for single none Book I. PARADISE RÉCAIN'D .
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... thee bread , So shalt thou save thyself and us relieve With food , whereof we wretched seldom taste . He ended , and the Son of God reply'd : Think'st thou such force in bread ? Is it not written ( For I discern thee other than thou ...
... thee bread , So shalt thou save thyself and us relieve With food , whereof we wretched seldom taste . He ended , and the Son of God reply'd : Think'st thou such force in bread ? Is it not written ( For I discern thee other than thou ...
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... thee and approach thee , whom I know Declar'd the Son of God , to hear attent Thy wisdom , and behold thy godlike deeds ? Men generally think me much a foe To all mankind : why should I ? they to me Never did wrong or violence ; by them ...
... thee and approach thee , whom I know Declar'd the Son of God , to hear attent Thy wisdom , and behold thy godlike deeds ? Men generally think me much a foe To all mankind : why should I ? they to me Never did wrong or violence ; by them ...
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... thee no happiness , no joy , Rather inflames thy torment , representing Lost bliss , to thee no more communicable , So never more in Hell than when in Heav'n . 420 But thou art serviceable to Heav'n's King . Wilt thou impute t'obedience ...
... thee no happiness , no joy , Rather inflames thy torment , representing Lost bliss , to thee no more communicable , So never more in Hell than when in Heav'n . 420 But thou art serviceable to Heav'n's King . Wilt thou impute t'obedience ...
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Amor angels Arethuse arms Atque behold bright cataphracts Chebar CHOR clouds Comus Dagon dark death didst divine dost doth dread earth enemies eyes fair fame father fear feast foes glorious glory gods Hęc hand hath head hear heard Heav'n heav'nly holy honour ipse Israel Jehovah Jove kings Lady light live Locrine Lord loud Lycidas Manoah mihi MILTON morning mortal Muse never night numbers numina nymph o'er once P. L. iv P. L. vii P. L. x P. L. xi PARADISE REGAIN'D peace Philistines praise Psalm quę quid reply'd round Samson Samson Agonistes shades shalt shame Shepherd sing solemn Son of God song sorrow soul spirits strength sweet thee thence thine things thou thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi virgin virtue wild wilt winds wings words
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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.