The Poetical Works of John Milton: With Notes and a Life of the Author, 第 2 卷Hilliard, Gray, 1838 |
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... Strength added from above , new hope to spring Out of despair , joy , but with fear yet link'd ; Which thus to Eve his welcome words renew'd . 140 Eve , easily may faith admit , that all The good which we enjoy from heaven descends ...
... Strength added from above , new hope to spring Out of despair , joy , but with fear yet link'd ; Which thus to Eve his welcome words renew'd . 140 Eve , easily may faith admit , that all The good which we enjoy from heaven descends ...
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... strength , thy beauty , which will change To wither'd , weak , and gray : thy senses then Obtuse , all taste of pleasure must forego To what thou hast ; and for the air of youth Hopeful and cheerful , in thy blood will reign A ...
... strength , thy beauty , which will change To wither'd , weak , and gray : thy senses then Obtuse , all taste of pleasure must forego To what thou hast ; and for the air of youth Hopeful and cheerful , in thy blood will reign A ...
第 53 頁
... strength to foil Thy enemy ; nor so is overcome Satan , whose fall from heaven , a deadlier bruise , Disabled not to give thee thy death's wound ; Which he , who comes thy Saviour , shall recure , Not by destroying Satan , but his works ...
... strength to foil Thy enemy ; nor so is overcome Satan , whose fall from heaven , a deadlier bruise , Disabled not to give thee thy death's wound ; Which he , who comes thy Saviour , shall recure , Not by destroying Satan , but his works ...
第 55 頁
... strength , Defeating Sin and Death , his two main arms , And fix far deeper in his head their stings , Than temporal death shall bruise the victor's heel , Or theirs whom he redeems , a death , like sleep , A gentle wafting to immortal ...
... strength , Defeating Sin and Death , his two main arms , And fix far deeper in his head their stings , Than temporal death shall bruise the victor's heel , Or theirs whom he redeems , a death , like sleep , A gentle wafting to immortal ...
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... strength , And all the world , and mass of sinful flesh ; That all the angels and æthereal powers , They now , and men hereafter , may discern , From what consummate virtue I have chose This perfect man , by merit call'd my Son , To ...
... strength , And all the world , and mass of sinful flesh ; That all the angels and æthereal powers , They now , and men hereafter , may discern , From what consummate virtue I have chose This perfect man , by merit call'd my Son , To ...
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第 287 頁 - Haste thee Nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks, and wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; 30 Sport, that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
第 275 頁 - That to the faithful herdman's art belongs! What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw; 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 284 頁 - And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves...
第 269 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 10 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 286 頁 - HENCE, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy! Find out some uncouth cell Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings And the night-raven sings ; There under ebon shades, and low-brow'd rocks As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
第 274 頁 - Ah! who hath reft,' quoth he, 'my dearest pledge ? ' Last came and last did go, The pilot of the Galilean lake ; Two massy keys he bore, of metals twain no (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain). He shook his mitred locks, and stern bespake: ' How well could I have spared for thee young swain, Enow of such as for their bellies...
第 160 頁 - To daily fraud, contempt, abuse and wrong, Within doors, or without, still as a fool, In power of others, never in my own ; Scarce half I seem to live, dead more than half. O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day! O first created beam, and thou great Word, Let there be light, and light was over all; Why am I thus bereaved thy prime decree?
第 290 頁 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequered shade, And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday...
第 269 頁 - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. 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...
第 271 頁 - Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream. Ay me, I fondly dream ! Had ye been there...