Milton. Comus, Lycidas, L'allegro, Il penseroso, and selected sonnets, with notes by H.R. Huckin, Issue 3631871 |
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... come in making a riotous and unruly noise , with torches in their hands . COMUS . The star that bids the shepherd fold , Now the top of heaven doth hold ; And the gilded car of day His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic ...
... come in making a riotous and unruly noise , with torches in their hands . COMUS . The star that bids the shepherd fold , Now the top of heaven doth hold ; And the gilded car of day His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic ...
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... Come let us our rights begin , ' Tis only day - light that makes sin , 115 120 125 Which these dun shades will ne'er report . Hail Goddess of nocturnal sport , Dark - veil'd Cotytto , t ' whom the secret flame Of midnight torches burns ...
... Come let us our rights begin , ' Tis only day - light that makes sin , 115 120 125 Which these dun shades will ne'er report . Hail Goddess of nocturnal sport , Dark - veil'd Cotytto , t ' whom the secret flame Of midnight torches burns ...
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... Come , knit hands , and beat the ground In a light fantastic round . THE MEASURE . 140 Break off , break off , I feel ... comes , I fairly step aside , And hearken , if I may , her business here . THE LADY ENTERS . 165 This way the noise ...
... Come , knit hands , and beat the ground In a light fantastic round . THE MEASURE . 140 Break off , break off , I feel ... comes , I fairly step aside , And hearken , if I may , her business here . THE LADY ENTERS . 165 This way the noise ...
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... comes well ; if not , Defence is a good cause , and Heav'n be for us . 490 Enter the ATTENDANT SPIRIT , habited like a shepherd . That halloo I should know , what are you ? speak : Come not too near , you fall on iron stakes else . SPIR ...
... comes well ; if not , Defence is a good cause , and Heav'n be for us . 490 Enter the ATTENDANT SPIRIT , habited like a shepherd . That halloo I should know , what are you ? speak : Come not too near , you fall on iron stakes else . SPIR ...
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... come , let's on . 595 600 But for that damn'd magician , let him be girt With all the grisly legions that troop Under the sooty flag of Acheron , Harpies and Hydras , or all the monstrous forms 605 ' Twixt Africa and Ind , I'll find him ...
... come , let's on . 595 600 But for that damn'd magician , let him be girt With all the grisly legions that troop Under the sooty flag of Acheron , Harpies and Hydras , or all the monstrous forms 605 ' Twixt Africa and Ind , I'll find him ...
Common terms and phrases
Ben Jonson Brother called charm chastity Cimmerian Circe Comus Cromwell Cynosure Cyprus dance darkness daughter dear delight denotes derived doth enchanter eyes fair false fanciful fear feast flocks fold French gentle Goddess golden Greek groves guarded mount hast hath head hear heav'n IL PENSEROSO immortal Jove Jove's L'Allegro Lady Latin light fantastic live Locrine Lord lov'd Lycidas Melancholy Milton mirth moon morn mortal Muse Nereus night nightingale Nominative absolute Nymph o'er Oceanus Orpheus peace Pelops PIEDMONT poets pow'r praise river Cam Sabrina sacred Scylla seems to mean sensual shades Shakespeare Shepherd shroud signifies sing Sister soft song Sons of Vulcan soul sound spell SPIR spirit star stream supposed swain sweet syllable taste tell thee thou art thought Thyrsis unseen verb virgin virtue virtuous wake weeds winds wings wood wreath youth
Popular passages
Page 31 - 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 : Who would not sing for Lycidas ? He knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
Page 34 - 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 48 - I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies, 'God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts. Who best Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state Is kingly : thousands at his bidding speed, And post o'er land and ocean without rest; They also serve who only stand and wait.
Page 32 - 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?
Page 35 - Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world ; Or whether thou, to our moist vows denied, Sleep'st by the fable of Bellerus old, Where the great vision of the guarded mount Looks toward Namancos and Bayona's hold. Look homeward, Angel, now and melt with ruth; And, O ye dolphins, waft the hapless youth.
Page 35 - Through the dear might of Him that walk'd the waves; Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Page 37 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Page 33 - What hard mishap hath doom'd this gentle swain ? And question'd every gust of rugged wings That blows from off each beaked promontory: They knew not of his story; And sage Hippotades their answer brings, That not a blast was from his dungeon stray'd; The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters play'd.
Page 50 - Death by force, though pale and faint . Mine, as whom washed from spot of child-bed taint Purification in the Old Law did save, And such as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint. Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...
Page 34 - 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 learn'd aught else the least That to the faithful herdman's art belongs ! What recks it them?