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Aeneid angels arms battle Ben Jonson bliss bright call'd Chaucer cloud Comus dark daughter death deep delight divine doth dread earth Eclogue eternal evil eyes Faery Queene fair Father fire Georgics glory Glossary to Faery gods grace Hamlet hand happy hast hath Heav'n heav'nly Hell Henry hill honour Horace Iliad Jonson's Keightley King L'Allegro Lady Latin light Lord Lycidas Metamorphoses Midsummer Night's Dream Milton moon morn Muse Nativity night o'er Odes Ovid Paradise Lost Paradise Regained passage Penseroso poem poet praise Psalm Puritan reign Richard II round Samson Agonistes Satan says seem'd sense shade Shakespeare sight sing solemn song Sonnet soul spake speech Spenser Spenser Faery Queene spirits stars stood sweet thee thence things thou thought throne verse viii Virgil whence winds wings word
第146页 - And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. So much the rather thou, celestial Light, Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate ; there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight.
第35页 - And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown...
第27页 - 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95页 - Hurled headlong flaming from the ethereal sky With hideous ruin and combustion down To bottomless perdition, there to dwell In adamantine* chains and penal fire, Who durst defy the Omnipotent to arms.
第198页 - Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our Great Maker still new praise.
第88页 - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold ; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not ; in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks.
第94页 - OF Man's First Disobedience, and the Fruit Of that Forbidden Tree, whose mortal taste Brought Death into the World, and all our woe, With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Restore us, and regain the blissful Seat, Sing Heav'nly Muse, that on the secret top Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire That Shepherd, who first taught the chosen Seed, In the Beginning how the Heav'ns and Earth Rose out of Chaos...
第56页 - He that has light within his own clear breast, May sit i' th' centre, and enjoy bright day : But he that hides a dark soul, and foul thoughts, Benighted walks under the mid-day sun ; Himself is his own dungeon.