A Day Book of MiltonMethuen & Company, 1905 - 366 pages |
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... heard the unsufferable noise ; Hell saw Hell shall unfold · He look'd , and saw what numbers numberless He look'd , and saw wide territory spread · April 4 12 May Oct. 19 March 7 - Jan. I June 29 · Oct. 3 24 · Dec. ΙΟ - June Aug. Nov ...
... heard the unsufferable noise ; Hell saw Hell shall unfold · He look'd , and saw what numbers numberless He look'd , and saw wide territory spread · April 4 12 May Oct. 19 March 7 - Jan. I June 29 · Oct. 3 24 · Dec. ΙΟ - June Aug. Nov ...
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... heard his voice . Him all his train Follow'd in bright procession , to behold Creation , and the wonders of his might . Then stay'd the fervid wheels and in his hand He took the golden compasses , prepared In God's eternal store , to ...
... heard his voice . Him all his train Follow'd in bright procession , to behold Creation , and the wonders of his might . Then stay'd the fervid wheels and in his hand He took the golden compasses , prepared In God's eternal store , to ...
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... heard ) Troop to their standard , so the watery throng , Wave rolling after wave , where way they found : If steep , with torrent rapture , if through plain , Soft - ebbing ; nor withstood them rock or hill ; But they , or under ground ...
... heard ) Troop to their standard , so the watery throng , Wave rolling after wave , where way they found : If steep , with torrent rapture , if through plain , Soft - ebbing ; nor withstood them rock or hill ; But they , or under ground ...
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... d Both harp and voice ; nor could the Muse defend Her son . So fail not thou who thee implores ; For thou art heavenly , she an empty dream . Invocation , PARADISE LOST , BOOK VII . I WILL tell you now What never yet was heard 36 FEBRUARY ...
... d Both harp and voice ; nor could the Muse defend Her son . So fail not thou who thee implores ; For thou art heavenly , she an empty dream . Invocation , PARADISE LOST , BOOK VII . I WILL tell you now What never yet was heard 36 FEBRUARY ...
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John Milton. I WILL tell you now What never yet was heard in tale or song . • Bacchus , that first from out the purple grape Crush'd the sweet poison of misusèd wine , Coasting the Tyrrhene shore , as the winds listed , On Circe's island ...
John Milton. I WILL tell you now What never yet was heard in tale or song . • Bacchus , that first from out the purple grape Crush'd the sweet poison of misusèd wine , Coasting the Tyrrhene shore , as the winds listed , On Circe's island ...
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Angels appear'd AREOPAGITICA arms ascend beast behold Belial bird bliss BOOK III Book IV BOOK VII BOOK XI bright call'd celestial cloud COMUS creatures crown'd dark DAY BOOK death deep delight didst divine doth E. V. Lucas Earth eternal evil eyes fair Father flowers fruit glorious glory golden grace hand happy hath Heaven heavenly Hell highth hill holy July July 27 June June 29 King liberty light live Lord Lycidas March March 14 morn mountain night Nymphs o'er PARADISE LOST PARADISE REGAINED peace praise pure rose round SAMSON AGONISTES Satan Saviour seem'd Sept shade shalt sight song soon soul Spirit stars stood sung sweet taste taught thee thence thine things thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tree turn'd vex'd virtue voice W. H. D. Rouse winds wings
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Page 86 - I cannot praise a fugitive and cloistered virtue, unexercised and unbreathed, that never sallies out and sees her adversary, but slinks out of the race, where that immortal garland is to be run for not without dust and heat.
Page 232 - He scarce had ceased when the superior 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 102 - Gently o'er the accustomed oak. Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy! Thee, chauntress, oft the woods among I woo, to hear thy even-song; And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green. To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon. Like one that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud.
Page 330 - 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!
Page 347 - 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. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks; Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes That on the green turf suck the honeyed showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Page 166 - Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise.
Page 216 - From heaven, they fabled, thrown by angry Jove Sheer o'er the crystal battlements : from morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, A summer's day ; and with the setting sun Dropt from the zenith like a falling star...
Page 65 - So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity That, when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried angels lackey her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt...
Page 198 - So saying, her rash hand in evil hour Forth reaching to the Fruit, she pluck'd, she eat: Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat Sighing through all her Works gave signs of woe, That all was lost.
Page 147 - As one who, long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air, Forth issuing on a summer's morn to breathe Among the pleasant villages and farms Adjoin'd, from each thing met, conceives delight— The smell of grain, or tedded grass, or kine, Or dairy, each rural sight, each rural sound...