The Poetical Works of John Milton: English and Latin, Volume 1Bell, 1892 - 1 pages |
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Almighty Andrew Marvel Angels Areopagitica arms behold bliss bower bright called Cherub cloud Comus dark David MASSON death deep delight didst divine dost doth dread dwell earth edited eternal evil eyes fair Father fear fierce fire flame flowers foes foul glory gods golden grace hand happy hath head Heaven heavenly Hell hill honour host Iliad immortal John Milton John MITFORD King Lady Latin light live Lord Ludlow Castle Lycidas morn mortal night o'er once pain Paradise Lost Paradise Regained peace poem poet praise PSALM reign Richard GARNETT round Samson Agonistes Satan seat shade sight sing Smectymnuus song soon soul spake Spirits stood Stopford BROOKE sweet Thammuz thee thence thine things thither thou art thou hast thought throne thunder thyself University Carrier voice whence winds wings wrath
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Page xiii - Spirit, who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim, with the hallowed fire of his altar, to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases. To this must be added industrious and select reading, steady observation, insight into all seemly and generous arts and affairs.
Page 238 - 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. But wherefore all night long shine these ? For whom This glorious sight, when sleep hath shut all eyes ? To whom our general
Page 67 - Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge, Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe. 'Ah! who hath reft,
Page 22 - 170 Of every star that heaven doth shew. And every herb that sips the dew; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain. These pleasures, Melancholy, give, And I with thee will choose to live. ARCADES. Part of an Entertainment presented to the Countess Dowager of Derby at
Page 32 - The first Scene discovers a wild wood. The ATTENDANT SPIRIT descends or enters. BEFORE the starry threshold of Jove's court My mansion is, where those immortal shapes Of bright aerial spirits live insphered In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot, Which men call earth, and, with low-thoughted care,
Page 20 - But, O sad Virgin ! that thy power Might raise Musseus from his bower. Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes, as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what love did seek; Or call him up that left half-told The story of
Page 127 - I thence Invoke thy aid to my adventurous song, That with no middle flight intends to soar Above the Aonian mount, while it pursues Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme. And chiefly thou, O Spirit! that dost prefer Before all temples the upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for thou knowest; thou from the
Page 83 - 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 Eight onward. What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied
Page 67 - fountain Arethuse, and thou honoured flood, Smooth-sliding Mincius, crowned with vocal reeds, That strain I heard was of a higher mood. But now my oat proceeds, And listens to the herald of the sea, That came in Neptune's plea; 90 He asked the waves, and asked the felon winds, What hard mishap hath doomed this gentle swain
Page 139 - and solemn feasts profaned, 390 And with their darkness durst affront his light. First Moloch, horrid king, besmeared with blood Of human sacrifice, and parents' tears, Though, for the noise of drums and timbrels loud, Their children's cries unheard, that pass through fire To his grim idol. Him the Ammonite Worshipped in Rabba and her