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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... seek . " " By miracle he may , " reply'd the swain , 336 " What other way I see not ; for we here Live on tough roots and stubs , to thirst inur'd More than the camel , and to drink go far , 340 Men to much misery and hardship born ...
... seek . " " By miracle he may , " reply'd the swain , 336 " What other way I see not ; for we here Live on tough roots and stubs , to thirst inur'd More than the camel , and to drink go far , 340 Men to much misery and hardship born ...
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... seek wealth For empire's sake , nor empire to affect For glory's sake , by all thy argument . For what is glory but the blaze of fame , 40 45 The people's praise , if always praise unmix'd ? And what the people but a herd confus'd , A ...
... seek wealth For empire's sake , nor empire to affect For glory's sake , by all thy argument . For what is glory but the blaze of fame , 40 45 The people's praise , if always praise unmix'd ? And what the people but a herd confus'd , A ...
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... seek glory then . as vain men seek , 105 Oft not deserv'd ? I seek not mine , but his Who sent me ' , and thereby witness whence I am . " To whom the Tempter murm'ring thus reply'd . " Think not so slight of glory ; therein least Vol ...
... seek glory then . as vain men seek , 105 Oft not deserv'd ? I seek not mine , but his Who sent me ' , and thereby witness whence I am . " To whom the Tempter murm'ring thus reply'd . " Think not so slight of glory ; therein least Vol ...
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... seek glory , who ' of his own Hath nothing , and to whom nothing belongs 135 But condemnation , ignominy ' , and shame ? Who , for so many benefits receiv'd , Turn'd recreant to God , ingrate and false , And so of all true good himself ...
... seek glory , who ' of his own Hath nothing , and to whom nothing belongs 135 But condemnation , ignominy ' , and shame ? Who , for so many benefits receiv'd , Turn'd recreant to God , ingrate and false , And so of all true good himself ...
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... seeking , let it pass . But to a kingdom thou art born , ordain'd To sit upon thy father David's throne , By mother's side thy father ; though thy right Be now in pow'rful hands , that will not part Easily from possession won with arms ...
... seeking , let it pass . But to a kingdom thou art born , ordain'd To sit upon thy father David's throne , By mother's side thy father ; though thy right Be now in pow'rful hands , that will not part Easily from possession won with arms ...
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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.