The Poetical Works of John Milton: With the Life of the Author, 第 2 卷Fielding Lucas, Jun., and Joseph Cushing, 1813 - 565页 |
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第8页
... thee to the Virgin pure In Galilee , that she should bear à son , Great in renown , and call'd the Son of God ; 135 Then told'st her , doubting how these things could be To her a virgin , that on her should come The Holy Ghost , and the ...
... thee to the Virgin pure In Galilee , that she should bear à son , Great in renown , and call'd the Son of God ; 135 Then told'st her , doubting how these things could be To her a virgin , that on her should come The Holy Ghost , and the ...
第11页
... thee they came , Directed to the manger where thou lay'st , For in the inn was left no better room : A star , not seen before , in Heav'n appearing , Guided the wise men thither from the east , To honour thee with incense , myrrh , and ...
... thee they came , Directed to the manger where thou lay'st , For in the inn was left no better room : A star , not seen before , in Heav'n appearing , Guided the wise men thither from the east , To honour thee with incense , myrrh , and ...
第13页
... thee to this place So far from path or road of men , who pass In troop or caravan ? for single none Durst ever , who return'd , and dropt not here His carcase , pin'd with hunger and with drouth . 325 I ask the rather , and the more ...
... thee to this place So far from path or road of men , who pass In troop or caravan ? for single none Durst ever , who return'd , and dropt not here His carcase , pin'd with hunger and with drouth . 325 I ask the rather , and the more ...
第14页
... thee and approach thee , whom I know Declar'd the Son of God , to hear attent Thy wisdom , and behold thy godlike deeds ? Men generally think me much a foe 385 To all mankind : why should I ? they to me Never did wrong or violence ; by ...
... thee and approach thee , whom I know Declar'd the Son of God , to hear attent Thy wisdom , and behold thy godlike deeds ? Men generally think me much a foe 385 To all mankind : why should I ? they to me Never did wrong or violence ; by ...
第15页
... thee no happiness , no joy ; Rather inflames thy torment ; representing Lost bliss , to thee no more communicable , So never more in Hell than when in Heav'n . But thou art serviceable to Heav'n's King . Wilt thou impute to❜ obedience ...
... thee no happiness , no joy ; Rather inflames thy torment ; representing Lost bliss , to thee no more communicable , So never more in Hell than when in Heav'n . But thou art serviceable to Heav'n's King . Wilt thou impute to❜ obedience ...
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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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第199页 - 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75页 - 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页 - 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页 - 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页 - 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页 - 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191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202页 - 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.