The Poetical Works of John MiltonClarendon Press, 1900 - 554 strán (strany) |
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Adam agni Angels Arms Battel Beast behold bliss brest bright call'd Cherubim Chor Clouds Dagon dark Death deeds deep delight didst Divine doth dread dwell e're Earth Eternal evil eyes fair farr Father fear fræna Fruit giv'n glory Gods grace Hæc hand happie hast hath heard heart Heav'n heav'nly Hell highth Hill honour ipse Israel JOHN MILTON King light live Lord lost Lycidas malè Messiah mihi mortal night numina o're Paradise PARADISE LOST Paradise Regain'd peace praise PSAL quæ rais'd repli'd round Samson Agonistes Satan seat seemd Serpent shade shalt shew sight Skie Son of God Song soon Soul spake Spirits Starrs stood strength sweet taste thee thence thine things thir thither thou art thou hast thought Throne tibi Tree Tu quoque vertue voice wandring Warr whence wings World
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Strana 252 - When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening" mild; then silent night With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train...
Strana 32 - Built in th'eclipse, and rigg'd 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 inscrib'd with woe. "Ah; Who hath reft" (quoth he) "my dearest pledge?
Strana 173 - A dungeon horrible on all sides round, As one great furnace flam'd ; yet from those flames No light ; but rather darkness visible Serv'd only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell ; hope never comes, That comes to all ; but torture without end Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed With ever-burning sulphur unconsumed...
Strana 31 - 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.
Strana 34 - Where the great Vision of the guarded Mount Looks toward Namancos and Bayona's hold; Look homeward Angel now, and melt with ruth : And, O ye Dolphins, waft the hapless youth.
Strana 34 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor; So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new spangled ore 170 Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Strana 13 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Strana 266 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ! thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair: thyself how wondrous then, Unspeakable ! who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Strana 30 - 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 dear Compels me to disturb your season due; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
Strana 176 - So stretch'd out huge in length the arch-fiend lay, Chain'd on the burning lake : nor ever thence Had risen, or heaved his head ; but that the will And high permission of all-ruling Heaven Left him at large to his own dark designs...