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... as when the force 230 Of subterranean wind transports a hill Torn from Pelorus
, or the shatter'd side Of thund'ring Aetna, whose combustible And fuell'd entrails
thence conceiving fire, Sublim'd with mineral fury, aid the winds, 235 And leave ...
... as when the force 230 Of subterranean wind transports a hill Torn from Pelorus
, or the shatter'd side Of thund'ring Aetna, whose combustible And fuell'd entrails
thence conceiving fire, Sublim'd with mineral fury, aid the winds, 235 And leave ...
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... where th' Etrurian shades, High over-arch'd, imbow'r; or scatter'd sedge Afloat,
when with fierce winds Orion arm'd 305 Hath vex'd the Red-Sea coast, whose
waves o'erthrew Busiris and his Memphian chivalry, While with perfidious hatred
...
... where th' Etrurian shades, High over-arch'd, imbow'r; or scatter'd sedge Afloat,
when with fierce winds Orion arm'd 305 Hath vex'd the Red-Sea coast, whose
waves o'erthrew Busiris and his Memphian chivalry, While with perfidious hatred
...
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... full high advanc'd, Shone like a meteor streaming to the wind, With gems and
golden lustre rich emblaz'd, Seraphic arms and trophies; all the while Sonorous
metal blowing martial sounds: 540 At which the universal host up—sent - A shout,
...
... full high advanc'd, Shone like a meteor streaming to the wind, With gems and
golden lustre rich emblaz'd, Seraphic arms and trophies; all the while Sonorous
metal blowing martial sounds: 540 At which the universal host up—sent - A shout,
...
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... dross: A third as soon had for'md within the ground 705 A various mould, and
from the boiling cells, By strange conveyance, fill'd each hollow nook; As in an
organ, from one blast of wind, To many a row of pipes the sound-board breathes.
... dross: A third as soon had for'md within the ground 705 A various mould, and
from the boiling cells, By strange conveyance, fill'd each hollow nook; As in an
organ, from one blast of wind, To many a row of pipes the sound-board breathes.
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He scarce had finish'd, when such murmur fill'd Th' assembly, as when hollow
rocks retain 285 The sound of blustring winds, which all night long Had rous'd the
sea, now with hoarse cadence lull Seafaring men o'er-watch'd, whose bark by ...
He scarce had finish'd, when such murmur fill'd Th' assembly, as when hollow
rocks retain 285 The sound of blustring winds, which all night long Had rous'd the
sea, now with hoarse cadence lull Seafaring men o'er-watch'd, whose bark by ...
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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.
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| Title | The Poetical Works of John Milton |
| Author | John Milton |
| Publisher | E. Fleischer, 1834 |
| Original from | the University of California |
| Digitized | 6 Dec 2007 |
| Length | 392 pages |
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