The Poetical Works of John MiltonE. Fleischer, 1834 - 392 pages |
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Page 360
... Olympo , Nec fugiunt oculos Tartara caeca meos . Quid tam grande sonat distento spiritus ore ? Quid parit haec rabies , quid sacer iste furor ? Ver mihi , quod dedit ingenium , cantabitur illo ; Profuerint isto reddita dona modo . Iam ...
... Olympo , Nec fugiunt oculos Tartara caeca meos . Quid tam grande sonat distento spiritus ore ? Quid parit haec rabies , quid sacer iste furor ? Ver mihi , quod dedit ingenium , cantabitur illo ; Profuerint isto reddita dona modo . Iam ...
Page 361
... Olympo In vespertinas praecipitaris aquas , Cur te , inquit , cursu languentem Phoebe diurno Hesperiis recipit Caerula mater aquis ? Quid tibi cum Tethy ! Quid cum Tartesside lympha , Dia quid immundo perluis ora salo ? Frigora Phoebe ...
... Olympo In vespertinas praecipitaris aquas , Cur te , inquit , cursu languentem Phoebe diurno Hesperiis recipit Caerula mater aquis ? Quid tibi cum Tethy ! Quid cum Tartesside lympha , Dia quid immundo perluis ora salo ? Frigora Phoebe ...
Page 364
... Olympo Miscet amatori pocula plena Jovi ; Aut qui formosas pellexit ad oscula nymphas Thiodamantaeus Naiade raptus Hylas . Addideratque iras , sed et has decuisse putares , Addideratque truces , nec sine felle minas . Et miser exemplo ...
... Olympo Miscet amatori pocula plena Jovi ; Aut qui formosas pellexit ad oscula nymphas Thiodamantaeus Naiade raptus Hylas . Addideratque iras , sed et has decuisse putares , Addideratque truces , nec sine felle minas . Et miser exemplo ...
Page 370
... Olympo , Forte per immensum terrarum erraverat orbem , Dinumerans sceleris socios , vernasque fideles , Participes regni post funera moesta futuros ; His tempestates medio ciet aëre diras , Illic unanimes odium struit inter amicos ...
... Olympo , Forte per immensum terrarum erraverat orbem , Dinumerans sceleris socios , vernasque fideles , Participes regni post funera moesta futuros ; His tempestates medio ciet aëre diras , Illic unanimes odium struit inter amicos ...
Page 376
... Olympo Mane vocans , et serus agens in pascua coeli , Temporis et gemino dispertit regna colore . Fulget obitque vices alterno Delia cornu , Coeruleumque ignem paribus complectitur ulnis . Nec variant elementa fidem , solitoque fragore ...
... Olympo Mane vocans , et serus agens in pascua coeli , Temporis et gemino dispertit regna colore . Fulget obitque vices alterno Delia cornu , Coeruleumque ignem paribus complectitur ulnis . Nec variant elementa fidem , solitoque fragore ...
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Adam angels appear'd arm'd arms aught beast behold Belial bliss bright call'd Cherub Cherubim Chor cloud Comus Dagon dark death deeds deep delight didst divine doth dread dwell earth Egypt eternal evil eyes fair faith fall'n Father fear flow'r fruit glory gods grace hand happy hast hath heard heart heav'n heav'nly hell highth hill honour Israel join'd King lest light live Lord Lycidas Manoah Messiah morn mortal night numina nymph o'er pain Paradise Parthian pass'd peace Philistines pleas'd pow'r praise quire rais'd reign replied return'd round sapience Satan seat seem'd serpent shade shalt sight Son of God song soon spake spirits stood strength sweet taste Thammuz thee thence thine things thither thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tree turn'd vex'd virtue voice wand'ring whence winds wings
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Page 278 - That to the faithful herdman's art belongs ! What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw ; The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread : Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said : But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Page 6 - Fiend Was moving toward the shore ; his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast. The broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views At evening, from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, 290 Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
Page 314 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which...
Page 278 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.
Page 280 - Haste thee Nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks...
Page 285 - And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves...
Page 73 - Rising or falling still advance his praise. His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
Page 36 - Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song ; but chief Thee, Sion, and the flowery brooks beneath, That wash thy hallowed feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit...
Page 62 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun, 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...
Page 281 - 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.