The Poetical Works of John MiltonE. Fleischer, 1834 - 392 pages |
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... wide That dismal world , if any clime perhaps Might yield them easier habitation , bend Four ways their flying march , along the banks Of four infernal rivers , that disgorge 575 Into the burning lake their baleful streams : Abhorred ...
... wide That dismal world , if any clime perhaps Might yield them easier habitation , bend Four ways their flying march , along the banks Of four infernal rivers , that disgorge 575 Into the burning lake their baleful streams : Abhorred ...
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... wide Ethiopian to the Cape , 640 Ply stemming nightly toward the pole : so seem'd Far off the flying fiend . At last appear Hell - bounds , high reaching to the horrid roof , And thrice threefold the gates : three folds were brass , 645 ...
... wide Ethiopian to the Cape , 640 Ply stemming nightly toward the pole : so seem'd Far off the flying fiend . At last appear Hell - bounds , high reaching to the horrid roof , And thrice threefold the gates : three folds were brass , 645 ...
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... wide , Likest to thee in shape and count'nance bright , Then shining heav'nly fair , a goddess arm'd , Out of thy head I sprung ; amazement seiz'd All th ' host of heav'n ; back they recoil'd afraid At first , and call'd me Sin , and ...
... wide , Likest to thee in shape and count'nance bright , Then shining heav'nly fair , a goddess arm'd , Out of thy head I sprung ; amazement seiz'd All th ' host of heav'n ; back they recoil'd afraid At first , and call'd me Sin , and ...
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... wide open stood , That with extended wings a banner'd host , 885 Under spread ensigns marching , might pass through With horse and chariots rank'd in loose array ; So wide they stood , and like a furnace - mouth Cast forth redounding ...
... wide open stood , That with extended wings a banner'd host , 885 Under spread ensigns marching , might pass through With horse and chariots rank'd in loose array ; So wide they stood , and like a furnace - mouth Cast forth redounding ...
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... Wide on the wasteful deep ; with him enthron'd Sat sable - vested Night , eldest of things , The consort of his reign ; and by them stood Orcus and Ades , and the dreaded name Of Demogorgon ! Rumour next and Chance , 965 And Tumult and ...
... Wide on the wasteful deep ; with him enthron'd Sat sable - vested Night , eldest of things , The consort of his reign ; and by them stood Orcus and Ades , and the dreaded name Of Demogorgon ! Rumour next and Chance , 965 And Tumult and ...
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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.