The poetical works of John Milton, ed. with a critical memoir by W.M. Rossetti, 322. number1871 |
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... standing , traced its origin from a town bearing the same name in Oxfordshire . This Mr. John Milton was a zealous Roman Catholic ; and his son John , having em- braced the reformed religion at an early age , was disin- herited , and ...
... standing , traced its origin from a town bearing the same name in Oxfordshire . This Mr. John Milton was a zealous Roman Catholic ; and his son John , having em- braced the reformed religion at an early age , was disin- herited , and ...
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... gave him his conspicuous public standing during his lifetime , and have doubtless bereaved the world of many an immortal verse which it would otherwise have to treasure . His first prose work was a treatise on PREFATORY NOTICE . xi.
... gave him his conspicuous public standing during his lifetime , and have doubtless bereaved the world of many an immortal verse which it would otherwise have to treasure . His first prose work was a treatise on PREFATORY NOTICE . xi.
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... stand , a horrid front Of dreadful length and dazzling arms , in guise Of warriors old with order'd spear and shield , Awaiting what command their mighty chief Had to impose : he through the armed files Darts his experienced eye , and ...
... stand , a horrid front Of dreadful length and dazzling arms , in guise Of warriors old with order'd spear and shield , Awaiting what command their mighty chief Had to impose : he through the armed files Darts his experienced eye , and ...
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... Stands on the blasted heath . He now prepared To speak ; whereat their doubled ranks they bend From wing to wing , and half enclose him round With all his peers : attention held them mute . Thrice he essay'd , and thrice in spite of ...
... Stands on the blasted heath . He now prepared To speak ; whereat their doubled ranks they bend From wing to wing , and half enclose him round With all his peers : attention held them mute . Thrice he essay'd , and thrice in spite of ...
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... stand against the Thunderer's aim Your bulwark , and condemns to greatest share Of endless pain ? Where there is then no good For which to strive , no strife can grow up there From faction ; for none sure will claim in hell Precedence ...
... stand against the Thunderer's aim Your bulwark , and condemns to greatest share Of endless pain ? Where there is then no good For which to strive , no strife can grow up there From faction ; for none sure will claim in hell Precedence ...
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Page 296 - Had ye been there — for what could that have done? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself, for her enchanting son, Whom universal nature did lament, When by the rout that made the hideous roar, His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift...
Page 296 - Phoebus replied, and touched my trembling ears: "Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies, But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.
Page 61 - Join voices, all ye living souls ! Ye birds, That singing up to Heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings, and in your notes, his praise. "Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep ! Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill or valley, fountain or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. " Hail, universal Lord ! be bounteous still To give us only good; and, if the night Have gathered aught of evil, or concealed, Disperse it, as now light...
Page 301 - Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom; Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm To bless the doors from nightly harm.
Page 295 - 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. Who would not sing for Lycidas? he knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
Page 325 - MAY MORNING. 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 thee long.
Page 305 - 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 294 - 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 xxiii - Anon out of the earth a fabric huge Rose like an exhalation, with the sound Of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet, Built like a temple, where pilasters round Were set, and Doric pillars overlaid With golden architrave ; nor did there want Cornice or frieze, with bossy sculptures graven •, The roof was fretted gold.
Page 319 - 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.