The Poetical Works of John Milton: With the Life of the Author, 第 2 卷Fielding Lucas, Jun., and Joseph Cushing, 1813 - 565 頁 |
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第 3 頁
... Son of God . 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 ...
... Son of God . 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 ...
第 4 頁
... Son of God . Jesus briefly replies . Satan rejoins with a description of the difficulty of supporting life in the wilderness ; and entreats Jesus , if he be really the Son of God , to manifest his divine power , by changing some of the ...
... Son of God . Jesus briefly replies . Satan rejoins with a description of the difficulty of supporting life in the wilderness ; and entreats Jesus , if he be really the Son of God , to manifest his divine power , by changing some of the ...
第 5 頁
... Son of God , inspire , 5 11 As thou art wont , my prompted song , else mute ; And bear , through height or depth of nature's bounds , With prosp❜rous wing full summ'd , to tell of deeds Above heroic , though in secret done , 15 And ...
... Son of God , inspire , 5 11 As thou art wont , my prompted song , else mute ; And bear , through height or depth of nature's bounds , With prosp❜rous wing full summ'd , to tell of deeds Above heroic , though in secret done , 15 And ...
第 6 頁
... Son . That heard the Adversary , who , roving still About the world , at that assembly fam'd Would not be last , and , with the voice divine Nigh thunder - struck , th ' exalted man , to whom Such high attest was giv'n , a while survey ...
... Son . That heard the Adversary , who , roving still About the world , at that assembly fam'd Would not be last , and , with the voice divine Nigh thunder - struck , th ' exalted man , to whom Such high attest was giv'n , a while survey ...
第 7 頁
... Son belov'd , in him am pleas'd . ' His mother then is mortal , but his Sire He who obtains the monarchy of Heav'n : And what will he not do t ' advance his Son ? His first - begot we know , and sore have felt , When his fierce thunder ...
... Son belov'd , in him am pleas'd . ' His mother then is mortal , but his Sire He who obtains the monarchy of Heav'n : And what will he not do t ' advance his Son ? His first - begot we know , and sore have felt , When his fierce thunder ...
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第 199 頁 - 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.
第 195 頁 - 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 75 頁 - 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.
第 217 頁 - 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.
第 192 頁 - 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...
第 203 頁 - 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.
第 202 頁 - 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.
第 184 頁 - 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 191 頁 - 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 202 頁 - 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.