An Introduction to the Prose and Poetical Works of John Milton: Comprising All the Autobiographic Passages in His Works, the More Explicit Presentations of His Ideas of True Liberty; Comus, Lycidas, and Samson AgonistesMacmillan, 1899 - 303 pages |
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... shepherds of the same neighbourhood , following the same pursuits , were friends from their boyhood , in the highest degree of mutual attachment . Thyrsis , having set out to travel for mental improvement , received news when abroad of ...
... shepherds of the same neighbourhood , following the same pursuits , were friends from their boyhood , in the highest degree of mutual attachment . Thyrsis , having set out to travel for mental improvement , received news when abroad of ...
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... shepherd - lad , Whose offspring on the throne of Judah sat So many ages , and shalt yet regain 430 435 440 That seat , and reign in Israel without end . Among the Heathen- for throughout the world To me is not unknown what hath been ...
... shepherd - lad , Whose offspring on the throne of Judah sat So many ages , and shalt yet regain 430 435 440 That seat , and reign in Israel without end . Among the Heathen- for throughout the world To me is not unknown what hath been ...
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... shepherds , back ! Enough your play Till next sunshine holiday . Here be , without duck or nod , Other trippings to be trod Of lighter toes , ' etc. The subject of ' Comus ' was too serious to be offset or parodied in any way by an ...
... shepherds , back ! Enough your play Till next sunshine holiday . Here be , without duck or nod , Other trippings to be trod Of lighter toes , ' etc. The subject of ' Comus ' was too serious to be offset or parodied in any way by an ...
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... shepherd fold Now the top of heaven doth hold ; And the gilded car of day His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream ; * And the slope sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole , Pacing toward the other goal Of his ...
... shepherd fold Now the top of heaven doth hold ; And the gilded car of day His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream ; * And the slope sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole , Pacing toward the other goal Of his ...
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... of this tall wood . Lady . Nay , gentle shepherd , ill is lost that praise That is addressed to unattending ears . Not any boast of skill , but extreme shift 270 How to regain my severed company , Compelled me to COMUS 139.
... of this tall wood . Lady . Nay , gentle shepherd , ill is lost that praise That is addressed to unattending ears . Not any boast of skill , but extreme shift 270 How to regain my severed company , Compelled me to COMUS 139.
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Æneid antistrophe Bishop blind called Caphtor cause Charles Diodati Chorus Christ's College civil Comus Dagon dark death deeds deliverer didst divine enemies England English eternal evil eyes Familiar Letters father favour fear feast foes glorious glory Greek hand Harapha hath head Heaven heavenly Henry Oldenburg HIRAM CORSON honour hope Jacopo Gaddi JOHN MILTON Jove Keightley King labour Lady Latin learned liberty light live lords Lucas Holstenius Lycidas Manoa Mark Pattison Masson means metonymy Milton mind mortal Muse never noble Paradise Lost peace Pelops perhaps person Philistines poem poet poetical praise prelates present prose religion sacred Samson Samson Agonistes Second Defence shepherd sight Smectymnuus song soul spirit strength thee thine things thou art thou hast thought tion true truth tyrants urged against Prelaty verse virtue words write ΙΟ
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Page 104 - ... devout prayer to that eternal Spirit, who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim, with the hallowed fire of his altar, to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases...
Page 82 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Page 62 - ... to be obtained by the invocation of Dame Memory and her syren daughters, but by devout prayer to that eternal Spirit, who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out His seraphim, with the hallowed fire of His altar, to touch and purify the lips of whom He pleases.
Page 168 - 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 : Beside 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 168 - Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake Creep and intrude and climb into the fold! Of other care they little reckoning make Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths! that scarce themselves know how to hold A sheep-hook, or have learned aught else the least That to the faithful herdman's art belongs!
Page 104 - I was confirmed in this opinion, that he who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem...
Page 171 - 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. Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
Page 174 - Last came, and last did go, The pilot of the Galilean Lake ; Two massy keys he bore of metals twain...
Page xv - ... an inward prompting which now grew daily upon me, that by labour and intent study, which I take to be my portion in- this life, joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written to after-times, as they should not willingly let it die.
Page 172 - Tempered to the oaten flute Rough Satyrs danced, and Fauns with cloven heel From the glad sound would not be absent long; And old Damoetas loved to hear our song. But, oh! the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone and never must return ! Thee, Shepherd, thee the woods and desert caves, With wild thyme and the gadding vine o'ergrown, And all their echoes, mourn.