The poetical works of John Milton, with illustr. by E.H. Corbould and J. Gilbert1864 |
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... spake the apostate angel , though in pain , Vaunting aloud , but racked with deep despair : And him thus answered soon his bold compeer : " O Prince ! O chief of many throned Powers ! 110 120 " That led the embattled Seraphim to war ...
... spake the apostate angel , though in pain , Vaunting aloud , but racked with deep despair : And him thus answered soon his bold compeer : " O Prince ! O chief of many throned Powers ! 110 120 " That led the embattled Seraphim to war ...
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... spake , and him Beelzebub Thus answered : " Leader of those armies bright , " Which , but the Omnipotent , none could have foiled , " If once they hear that voice , —their liveliest pledge " Of hope in fear and dangers , heard so oft ...
... spake , and him Beelzebub Thus answered : " Leader of those armies bright , " Which , but the Omnipotent , none could have foiled , " If once they hear that voice , —their liveliest pledge " Of hope in fear and dangers , heard so oft ...
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... spake ; and , to confirm his words , out flew Millions of flaming swords , drawn from the thighs Of mighty cherubim ; the sudden blaze Far around illumined Hell : highly they raged Against the Highest , and fierce , with graspèd arms ...
... spake ; and , to confirm his words , out flew Millions of flaming swords , drawn from the thighs Of mighty cherubim ; the sudden blaze Far around illumined Hell : highly they raged Against the Highest , and fierce , with graspèd arms ...
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... spake : " My sentence is for open war : of wiles , " More unexpert , I boast not ; them let those " Contrive who need , or when they need , —not now . 66 For , while they sit contriving , shall the rest , " Millions that stand in arms ...
... spake : " My sentence is for open war : of wiles , " More unexpert , I boast not ; them let those " Contrive who need , or when they need , —not now . 66 For , while they sit contriving , shall the rest , " Millions that stand in arms ...
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... spake : " Either to disenthrone the King of Heaven " We war , if war be best , or to regain " Our own right lost : him to unthrone we then 66 May hope , when everlasting Fate shall yield " To fickle Chance , and Chaos judge the strife ...
... spake : " Either to disenthrone the King of Heaven " We war , if war be best , or to regain " Our own right lost : him to unthrone we then 66 May hope , when everlasting Fate shall yield " To fickle Chance , and Chaos judge the strife ...
Términos y frases comunes
Adam angels archangel arms Asmodai aught beast behold Belial bliss bright burning lake Cherub Cherubim Chor cloud Comus creatures Dagon dark death deeds deep delight divine dread dwell Earth eternal evil eyes fair Fair angel Father fear fire flowers fruit glory gods grace hand happy hast hath head heard heart Heaven heavenly Hell hill honour hope Israel king lest light live Lord lost Lycidas mankind Manoah Messiah mind morn mortal nigh night Nymphs o'er pain Paradise Paradise Lost Parthian peace Philistines praise reign replied round Samson sapience Satan scape seat seemed serpent shade shalt sight Son of God song soon spake spirits stars stood strength sweet taste temper thee thence thine things thither thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tree virtue voice whence winds wings wonder
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Página 495 - 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?
Página 448 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And, singing, startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise ; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow, Through the sweet-briar or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
Página 80 - 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...
Página 461 - And all their echoes, mourn. The willows, and the hazel copses green, Shall now no more be seen Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the canker to the rose, Or taint-worm to the weanling herds that graze, Or frost to flowers, that their gay wardrobe wear, When first the white-thorn blows ; Such, Lycidas, thy loss to shepherd's ear.
Página 461 - Closed o'er the head of your loved Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream. Ay me, I fondly dream ! Had ye been there, for what could that have done?
Página 25 - Less than archangel ruined, and the excess Of glory obscured ; as when the sun, new risen, Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams, or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
Página 462 - But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.
Página 485 - SONG ON MAY MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Página 463 - 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 swol'n 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.
Página 448 - Where the great Sun begins his state Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.