The Poetical Works of John Milton: Reprinted from the Best Editions, with Biographical Notice, EtcJ. W. Lovell, 1881 - 562 pages |
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... Morning of Christ's Nativity 405 IV . The Passion 412 V. On Time 414 VI . Upon the Circumcision 415 VII . At a Solemn Music 416 VIII . An Epitaph on the Marchioness of Winchester 416 PAGE . IX . Song on May Morning 418 X.
... Morning of Christ's Nativity 405 IV . The Passion 412 V. On Time 414 VI . Upon the Circumcision 415 VII . At a Solemn Music 416 VIII . An Epitaph on the Marchioness of Winchester 416 PAGE . IX . Song on May Morning 418 X.
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... Morning 418 X. On Shakspeare , 1630 419 XI . On the University Carrier 419 XII . Another on the same 420 XIII . L'Allegro XIV . Il Penseroso 421 425 XV . COMUS Arcades 429 433 • POEMS ON SEVERAL OCCASIONS- XVII . Lycidas • XVIII . The ...
... Morning 418 X. On Shakspeare , 1630 419 XI . On the University Carrier 419 XII . Another on the same 420 XIII . L'Allegro XIV . Il Penseroso 421 425 XV . COMUS Arcades 429 433 • POEMS ON SEVERAL OCCASIONS- XVII . Lycidas • XVIII . The ...
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... morning . Their souls , unsated and untainted , find an innocent joy in the youthful creation , which spreads and smiles around them . Their mutual love is deep ; for it is the love of young , unworn , unexhausted hearts , which meet in ...
... morning . Their souls , unsated and untainted , find an innocent joy in the youthful creation , which spreads and smiles around them . Their mutual love is deep ; for it is the love of young , unworn , unexhausted hearts , which meet in ...
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... in his scaly rind Moors by his side under the lea , while night Invests the sea , and wishéd morn delays : So stretch'd out huge in length the arch - fiend lay Chained on the burning lake , nor ever thence Had 20 PARADISE LOST .
... in his scaly rind Moors by his side under the lea , while night Invests the sea , and wishéd morn delays : So stretch'd out huge in length the arch - fiend lay Chained on the burning lake , nor ever thence Had 20 PARADISE LOST .
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... morn To noon he fell , from noon to dewy eve , A summer's day ; and with the setting sun Dropped from the zenith like a falling star , On Lemnos the Ægean isle ; thus they relate , Erring ; for he with this rebellious rout Fell long ...
... morn To noon he fell , from noon to dewy eve , A summer's day ; and with the setting sun Dropped from the zenith like a falling star , On Lemnos the Ægean isle ; thus they relate , Erring ; for he with this rebellious rout Fell long ...
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Page 64 - And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. So much the rather thou, celestial Light, Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate ; there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight.
Page 422 - Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. 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 425 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine ; Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage. But O, sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus 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 up him that left...
Page 30 - Less than archangel ruin'd, and the excess Of glory obscured : as when the sun, new risen, Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams ; or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
Page 462 - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint, and sad occasion...
Page 462 - He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear. Begin, then, Sisters of the sacred well That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring; Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string.
Page 63 - 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 ? Before the Sun, Before the Heavens, thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle, didst invest The rising World of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and...
Page 424 - Gently o'er the accustom'd oak ; Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy ! Thee, chantress, oft the woods among I woo, to hear thy even-song ; And, missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way ; And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud.
Page 421 - Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses; And then in haste her bower she leaves With Thestylis to bind the sheaves; Or, if the earlier season lead, To the tanned haycock in the mead. Sometimes, with secure delight, The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequered shade; And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday...
Page 408 - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance, or breathed spell, Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.