The Poetical Works of John Milton: With the Life of the Author, Volume 2Fielding Lucas, Jun., and Joseph Cushing, 1813 - 565 pages |
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... Satan , who is present , upon this immediately flies up into the regions of the air : where , summoning his infer- nal council , he acquaints them with his apprehen- sions that Jesus is that seed of the woman , destin- ed to destroy all ...
... Satan , who is present , upon this immediately flies up into the regions of the air : where , summoning his infer- nal council , he acquaints them with his apprehen- sions that Jesus is that seed of the woman , destin- ed to destroy all ...
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... Satan in- stantly avows himself , and offers an artful apology for himself and his conduct . Our blessed Lord severely reprimands him , and refutes every part of his justification . Satan , with much semblance of humility , still ...
... Satan in- stantly avows himself , and offers an artful apology for himself and his conduct . Our blessed Lord severely reprimands him , and refutes every part of his justification . Satan , with much semblance of humility , still ...
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... Satan : let him tempt , and now assay His utmost subtlety , because he boasts And vaunts of his great canning to the throng Of his apostacy : he might have learnt Less overweening , since he fail'd in Job , Whose constant perseverance ...
... Satan : let him tempt , and now assay His utmost subtlety , because he boasts And vaunts of his great canning to the throng Of his apostacy : he might have learnt Less overweening , since he fail'd in Job , Whose constant perseverance ...
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... Satanic strength , And all the world , and mass of sinful flesh , That all the Angels and ethereal Powers , They now , and men hereafter , may discern , From what consummate virtue I have chose This perfect man , by merit call'd my Son ...
... Satanic strength , And all the world , and mass of sinful flesh , That all the Angels and ethereal Powers , They now , and men hereafter , may discern , From what consummate virtue I have chose This perfect man , by merit call'd my Son ...
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... Satan , bowing low His gray dissimulation , disappear'd Into thin air diffus'd : for now began 490 495 Night with her sullen wings to double - shade 500 The desert ; fowls in their clay nests were couch'd ; And now wild beasts came ...
... Satan , bowing low His gray dissimulation , disappear'd Into thin air diffus'd : for now began 490 495 Night with her sullen wings to double - shade 500 The desert ; fowls in their clay nests were couch'd ; And now wild beasts came ...
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Angels Arethuse arms aught behold bright call'd canst Chor Comus Dagon dark death deeds delight deliverance didst divine dost doth dread dwell earth Egypt enemies eyes fair fame father fear feast flow'r foes foul Gath giv'n glorious glory Gods grace hand hath head hear heard heart Heav'n heav'nly holy honour Israel Jehovah Jesus Judea king kingdom lady light Locrine Lord loud Lycidas Manoah morn mortal Muse Nazarite never night numbers Nymphs o'er once PARADISE REGAINED Parthian peace Philistines pow'r praise prophets PSALM quire reign reply'd river Jordan round Sams Samson Satan Saviour seek shades shalt shame shepherd sight sing Son of God song soon soul spake Spirit stood strength sung sweet Tempter thee thence thine things thou art thou hast thought throne thyself truth vex'd virgin virtue voice wilt winds wings wood
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Page 199 - 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. He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear.
Page 195 - And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Page 75 - Tragedy, as it was anciently composed, hath been ever held the gravest, moralest, and most profitable of all other poems: therefore said by Aristotle to be of power, by raising pity and fear, or terror, to purge the mind of those and suchlike passions, that is, to temper and reduce them to just measure with a kind of delight, stirred up by reading or seeing those passions well imitated.
Page 217 - The lily and rose, that neither sow'd nor spun. What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, Of Attic taste, with wine, whence we may rise To hear the lute well touch'd, or artful voice Warble immortal notes and Tuscan air ? He who of those delights can judge, and spare To interpose them oft, is not unwise.
Page 192 - 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...
Page 203 - 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 202 - 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 184 - 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...
Page 191 - Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys! Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
Page 202 - 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.