Paradise Regain'd: A Poem, in Four Books. To which is Added Samson Agonistes: and Poems Upon Several Occasions, with a Tractate of Education. The Author John MiltonJ. and R. Tonson and S. Draper; and for T. and T. Longman, S. Birt, C. Hitch and L. Hawes, R. Ware [and 4 others in London], 1753 - 350 strán (strany) |
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... MORNING of CHRIST'S NATIVITY . The PASSION . On TIME . Upon the CIRCUMCISION . At a SOLEMN MUSIC . 138 141 150 152 153 354 An EPITAPH on the MARCHIONESS of WINCHESTER . Song . On MAY MORNING . On SHAKESPEAR . On the Univerfity Carrier ...
... MORNING of CHRIST'S NATIVITY . The PASSION . On TIME . Upon the CIRCUMCISION . At a SOLEMN MUSIC . 138 141 150 152 153 354 An EPITAPH on the MARCHIONESS of WINCHESTER . Song . On MAY MORNING . On SHAKESPEAR . On the Univerfity Carrier ...
Strana 11
... Morning Star then in his rise , And looking round on every fide beheld A pathless desert , dusk with horrid shades ; The way he came not having mark'd , return Was difficult , by human fteps untrod ; And he still on was led , but with ...
... Morning Star then in his rise , And looking round on every fide beheld A pathless desert , dusk with horrid shades ; The way he came not having mark'd , return Was difficult , by human fteps untrod ; And he still on was led , but with ...
Strana 28
... morn , [ brought : Though ravenous , taught t'abstain from what they He faw the prophet alfo how he fled Into the defert , and how there he slept Under a juniper ; then how awak'd , 270 He He found his fupper on the coals prepar'd , And ...
... morn , [ brought : Though ravenous , taught t'abstain from what they He faw the prophet alfo how he fled Into the defert , and how there he slept Under a juniper ; then how awak'd , 270 He He found his fupper on the coals prepar'd , And ...
Strana 29
... morn's approach , and greet her with his fong : As lightly from his graffy couch up rofe Our Saviour , and found all was but a dream , Fafting he went to fleep , and fasting wak'd . Up to a hill anon his steps he rear'd , From whofe ...
... morn's approach , and greet her with his fong : As lightly from his graffy couch up rofe Our Saviour , and found all was but a dream , Fafting he went to fleep , and fasting wak'd . Up to a hill anon his steps he rear'd , From whofe ...
Strana 59
... morning fhows the day . Be famous then 221 By wifdom ; as thy empire must extend , So let extend thy mind o'er all the world In knowledge , all things in it comprehend : All knowledge is not couch'd in Mofes Law , 225 The Pentateuch ...
... morning fhows the day . Be famous then 221 By wifdom ; as thy empire must extend , So let extend thy mind o'er all the world In knowledge , all things in it comprehend : All knowledge is not couch'd in Mofes Law , 225 The Pentateuch ...
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Paradise Regain'd: A Poem, in Four Books. To which is Added Samson Agonistes ... John Milton Úplné zobrazenie - 1760 |
Paradise Regain'd: A Poem in Four Books : To which is Added Samson Agonistes ... Milton Úplné zobrazenie - 1713 |
Paradise Regain'd: A Poem, in Four Books : To which is Added Samson ... Milton Úplné zobrazenie - 1759 |
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Strana 214 - The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters played. It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine.
Strana 83 - Let there be lig;ht, and light was over all; Why am I thus bereav'd thy prime decree? The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon. When she deserts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.
Strana 216 - And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing, in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes. Now, Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more ; Henceforth thou art the Genius of the shore In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood.
Strana 162 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks...
Strana 213 - And all their echoes, mourn. The Willows, and the Hazel Copses green, Shall now no more be seen, Fanning their joyous Leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the Canker to the Rose...
Strana 327 - ... the knowledge and the use of which cannot but be a great furtherance both to the enlargement of truth, and honest living with much more peace.
Strana 143 - Pollute with sinful blame, The saintly veil of maiden white to throw; Confounded, that her Maker's eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities.
Strana 329 - The end, then, of learning is to repair the ruins of our first parents by regaining to know God aright and out of that knowledge to love him, to imitate him, to be like him as we may the nearest by possessing our souls of true virtue, which being united to the heavenly grace of faith makes up the highest perfection.
Strana 213 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days : But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life. But not the praise...
Strana 152 - 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.