The Poetical Works of John Milton: A New Edition Carefully Revised from the Text of Thomas Newton, D.D. to which is Prefixed a Biographical Notice
George Routledge and Company, Farringdon Street, 1855 - 570 pages
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Adam angels Arethuse arms aught behold bliss bright called cherubim CHORUS cloud COMUS Corineus Dagon dark death deep delight Demogorgon didst divine doth dread dwell earth enemies Estrildis eternal evil eyes fair father fear flowers friends fruit glory gods grace hand hast hath head heard Heaven heavenly Hell hill honour Israel king labour LADY lest light live Locrine Lord lost Lycidas MANOAH Messiah mihi Milton mind morn mortal night numina nymphs o'er Paradise Paradise Lost peace Philistines poem poet praise reign round SAMSON Satan serpent shade shalt sight Son of God song soon soul spake spirits stars stood strength sweet taste Thammuz thee thence thine things thither thou thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi virtue voice winds wings wonder words
Page 66 - Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me...
Page 476 - 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.
Page 5 - And shook his throne. What though the field be lost? All is not lost — the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield : And what is else not to be overcome.
Page 90 - O thou that, with surpassing glory crowned, Look'st from thy sole dominion like the god Of this new World — at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminished heads — to thee I call, But with no friendly voice, and add thy name, 0 Sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams, That bring to my remembrance from what state 1 fell, how glorious once above thy sphere, Till pride and worse ambition threw me down, Warring in Heaven against Heaven's matchless King ! Ah, wherefore?
Page 416 - For if such holy song Enwrap our fancy long, Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold; And speckled vanity Will sicken soon and die, And leprous sin will melt from earthly mould; And Hell itself will pass away, And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day.
Page 435 - There, held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till With a sad leaden downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast. And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet; Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet.
Page 436 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskined stage. But, O sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower! Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what Love did seek!
Page 8 - Thus Satan, talking to his nearest mate, With head up-lift above the wave, and eyes That sparkling blazed ; his other parts besides Prone on the flood, extended long and large, Lay floating many a rood...
Page 432 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold, In weeds of peace, high triumphs hold, With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend.