The poetical works of John Milton, with the life of the author by S. Johnson, 第 3-4 卷1807 |
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第84页
... ipse intelligebat non tam de se quam supra se esse dicta , eò quod præclaro inge- nio viri , nec non amici ita ferè solent lauda - ́ re , ut omnia suis potius virtutibus , quam veritati congruentia nimis cupidè affingant , noluit tamen ...
... ipse intelligebat non tam de se quam supra se esse dicta , eò quod præclaro inge- nio viri , nec non amici ita ferè solent lauda - ́ re , ut omnia suis potius virtutibus , quam veritati congruentia nimis cupidè affingant , noluit tamen ...
第85页
... ipse fores . Ad Joannem Miltonem Anglum triplici poeseos laurea coronandum , Græca nimirum , Latina , atque Hetrusca , epigramma Joannis Salsilli Romani . CEDE Meles , cedat depressa Mincius urna ; Sebetus Tassum desinat usque loqui ...
... ipse fores . Ad Joannem Miltonem Anglum triplici poeseos laurea coronandum , Græca nimirum , Latina , atque Hetrusca , epigramma Joannis Salsilli Romani . CEDE Meles , cedat depressa Mincius urna ; Sebetus Tassum desinat usque loqui ...
第93页
... ipse tui floris , Adoni , rubor ! Cedite laudatæ toties Heroides olim , Et quæcunque vagum cepit amica Jovem . Cedite Achæmenie turritâ fronte puellæ Et quot Susa colunt , Memnoniamque Ninon . Vos etiam Danaæ fasces submittite Nymphæ ...
... ipse tui floris , Adoni , rubor ! Cedite laudatæ toties Heroides olim , Et quæcunque vagum cepit amica Jovem . Cedite Achæmenie turritâ fronte puellæ Et quot Susa colunt , Memnoniamque Ninon . Vos etiam Danaæ fasces submittite Nymphæ ...
第97页
... Ipse racimiferis dum densas vitibus umbras Et pellucentes miror ubique locos , Ecce ! mihi subito Præsul Wintonius astat , Sidereum nitido fúlsit in ore jubar ; Vestis ad auratos defluxit candida talos , Insula divinum cinxerat alba ...
... Ipse racimiferis dum densas vitibus umbras Et pellucentes miror ubique locos , Ecce ! mihi subito Præsul Wintonius astat , Sidereum nitido fúlsit in ore jubar ; Vestis ad auratos defluxit candida talos , Insula divinum cinxerat alba ...
第98页
... Ipse ego Sicanio frænantem carcere ventos Æolon , et virides sollicitabo Deos , Cæruleamque suis comitatem Dorida Nymphis , Ut tibi dent placidam per sua regna viam . At tu , si poteris , celeres tibi sume jugales , Vecta quibus Colchis ...
... Ipse ego Sicanio frænantem carcere ventos Æolon , et virides sollicitabo Deos , Cæruleamque suis comitatem Dorida Nymphis , Ut tibi dent placidam per sua regna viam . At tu , si poteris , celeres tibi sume jugales , Vecta quibus Colchis ...
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Amor angels Arethuse arms Atque behold bright cataphracts Chebar CHOR clouds Comus Dagon dark death didst divine dost doth dread earth enemies eyes fair fame father fear feast foes glorious glory gods Hæc hand hath head hear heard Heav'n heav'nly holy honour ipse Israel Jehovah Jove kings Lady light live Locrine Lord loud Lycidas Manoah mihi MILTON morning mortal Muse never night numbers numina nymph o'er once P. L. iv P. L. vii P. L. x P. L. xi PARADISE REGAIN'D peace Philistines praise Psalm quæ quid reply'd round Samson Samson Agonistes shades shalt shame Shepherd sing solemn Son of God song sorrow soul spirits strength sweet thee thence thine things thou thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi virgin virtue wild wilt winds wings words
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第192页 - 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
第186页 - Euphrosyne, And by men, heart-easing Mirth, Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore...
第190页 - And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
第146页 - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast; no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame; nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
第197页 - 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.
第188页 - Where the great sun begins his state, Rob'd in flames, and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale, Under the hawthorn in the dale.
第35页 - 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...
第30页 - FLY, envious Time, till thou run out thy race ; Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours, Whose speed is but the heavy plummet's pace ; And glut thyself with what thy womb devours, Which is no more than what is false and vain, And merely mortal dross ; So little is our loss, So little is thy gain.