The Poetical Works of John Milton: With a Memoir, and Critical Remarks on His Genius and Writings, by James Montgomery; and One Hundred and Twenty Engravings by John Thompson, S. and T. Williams, O. Smith, J. Linton, &c., from Drawings by William Harvey, 2. köideTilt and Bogue, 1843 |
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Page 289
... illa tibi . Sera quidem , sed vera fuit , quam casta recepit Icaris à lento Penelopeia viro . Ast ego quid volui manifestum tollere crimen , Ipse quod ex omni parte levare nequit ? Arguitur tardus meritò , noxamque fatetur , Et pudet ...
... illa tibi . Sera quidem , sed vera fuit , quam casta recepit Icaris à lento Penelopeia viro . Ast ego quid volui manifestum tollere crimen , Ipse quod ex omni parte levare nequit ? Arguitur tardus meritò , noxamque fatetur , Et pudet ...
Page 292
... illa suis . Jamque Lycaonius plaustrum cœleste Bootes Non longâ sequitur fessus ut ante viâ ; Nunc etiam solitas circum Jovis atria toto Excubias agitant sidera rara polo . орасӕ , Nam dolus , et cædes , et vis cum nocte recessit , Neve ...
... illa suis . Jamque Lycaonius plaustrum cœleste Bootes Non longâ sequitur fessus ut ante viâ ; Nunc etiam solitas circum Jovis atria toto Excubias agitant sidera rara polo . орасӕ , Nam dolus , et cædes , et vis cum nocte recessit , Neve ...
Page 293
... illâ , Pandit ut omniferos luxuriosa sinus , Atque Arabum spirat messes , et ab ore venusto Mitia cum Paphiis fundit ... Illa tibi ostentat quascunque sub æquore vasto , Et superinjectis montibus abdit opes . Ah ! quoties cum tu clivoso ...
... illâ , Pandit ut omniferos luxuriosa sinus , Atque Arabum spirat messes , et ab ore venusto Mitia cum Paphiis fundit ... Illa tibi ostentat quascunque sub æquore vasto , Et superinjectis montibus abdit opes . Ah ! quoties cum tu clivoso ...
Page 297
... Illa tuas saltem teneant spectacula Musas , Et revocent , quantum crapula pellit iners . Crede mihi dum psallit ebur , comitataque plectrum Implet odoratos festa chorea tholos , Percipies tacitum per pectora serpere Phoebum , Quale ...
... Illa tuas saltem teneant spectacula Musas , Et revocent , quantum crapula pellit iners . Crede mihi dum psallit ebur , comitataque plectrum Implet odoratos festa chorea tholos , Percipies tacitum per pectora serpere Phoebum , Quale ...
Page 298
... illa , Illa sub auroram lux mihi prima tulit . Te quoque pressa manent patriis meditata cicutis , Tu mihi , cui recitem , judicis instar eris . VII . ANNO ÆTATIS 19 . NONDUM blanda tuas leges 298 ELEGIARUM LIBER .
... illa , Illa sub auroram lux mihi prima tulit . Te quoque pressa manent patriis meditata cicutis , Tu mihi , cui recitem , judicis instar eris . VII . ANNO ÆTATIS 19 . NONDUM blanda tuas leges 298 ELEGIARUM LIBER .
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Page 203 - Swinging slow with sullen roar : Or, if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, 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 196 - Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow, Through the sweet-briar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine : While the cock, with lively din, Scatters the rear of darkness thin, And to the stack, or the barn-door, Stoutly struts his dames before: Oft listening how the hounds and horn Cheerly rouse the slumbering morn, From the side of some hoar hill, Through the high wood echoing shrill.
Page 227 - But see, the Virgin blest Hath laid her Babe to rest, Time is, our tedious song should here have ending Heaven's youngest-teemed star Hath fix'd her polish'd car, Her sleeping Lord, with handmaid lamp, attending ; And all about the courtly stable Bright-harness'd angels sit in order serviceable.
Page 221 - With her great master so to sympathize : It was no season then for her To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour. Only with speeches fair She woos the gentle air To hide her guilty front with innocent snow ; And on her naked shame, 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.
Page 159 - Begin to cast a beam on the outward shape, The unpolluted temple of the mind, And turns it by degrees to the soul's essence, Till all be made immortal : but when lust, By unchaste looks, loose gestures, and foul talk, But most by lewd and lavish act of sin, Lets in defilement to the inward parts, The soul grows clotted by contagion, Imbodies, and imbrutes, till she quite lose The divine property of her first be^ ing.
Page 197 - Hard by, a cottage chimney smokes From betwixt two aged oaks, Where Corydon and Thyrsis, met, Are at their savoury dinner set Of herbs, and other country messes Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses...
Page 192 - 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 Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Page 191 - The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears : Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Page 187 - 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.
Page 190 - Built in the 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 inscribed with woe.