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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... wild beasts become mild and harmless in his presence . Satan now appears un- der the form of an old peasant ; and enters into discourse with our Lord , wondering what could have brought him alone into so dangerous a place , and THE ...
... wild beasts become mild and harmless in his presence . Satan now appears un- der the form of an old peasant ; and enters into discourse with our Lord , wondering what could have brought him alone into so dangerous a place , and THE ...
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... wild , And , with dark shades and rocks environ'd round , His holy meditations thus pursu'd . " O what a multitude of thoughts at once Awaken'd in me swarm , while I consider What from within I feel myself , and hear What from without ...
... wild , And , with dark shades and rocks environ'd round , His holy meditations thus pursu'd . " O what a multitude of thoughts at once Awaken'd in me swarm , while I consider What from within I feel myself , and hear What from without ...
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... tasted human food , nor hunger felt , Till those days ended ; hunger'd then at last Among wild beasts : they at his sight grew mild , 310 Nor sleeping him nor waking harm'd ; his walk The 12 Book I. PARADISE REGAINED .
... tasted human food , nor hunger felt , Till those days ended ; hunger'd then at last Among wild beasts : they at his sight grew mild , 310 Nor sleeping him nor waking harm'd ; his walk The 12 Book I. PARADISE REGAINED .
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... wild , constrain'd by want , come forth To town or village nigh , ( nighest is far , ) Where aught we hear , and curious are to hear , What happens new ; fame also finds us out . " To whom the Son of God . " Who brought me hither , Will ...
... wild , constrain'd by want , come forth To town or village nigh , ( nighest is far , ) Where aught we hear , and curious are to hear , What happens new ; fame also finds us out . " To whom the Son of God . " Who brought me hither , Will ...
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... The desert ; fowls in their clay nests were couch'd ; And now wild beasts came forth the woods to roam . END OF THE FIRST BOOK . Vol . II . с THE SECOND BOOK OF PARADISE REGAINED . THE ARGUMENT . Book I. 17 PARADISE REGAINED .
... The desert ; fowls in their clay nests were couch'd ; And now wild beasts came forth the woods to roam . END OF THE FIRST BOOK . Vol . II . с THE SECOND BOOK OF PARADISE REGAINED . THE ARGUMENT . Book I. 17 PARADISE REGAINED .
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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.