Milton's Minor PoemsAmerican book Company, 1904 - 179页 |
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American Book Company Anatomy of Melancholy Arcades Arethuse beauty Ben Jonson blind bower Burton's Anatomy called charm CINCINNATI CHICAGO College colour Comus darkness daughter delight Dictionary divine doth Edmund Spenser Elder Brother enchanting eyes fair father fear flocks genius goddess golden Grammar Greek hath Heaven HENRY VAN DYKE herb honour Il Penseroso Inigo Inigo Jones John Milton Jonson's Jove labour Lady Latin light literature live Lubber fiend Lycidas manuscript mask means MILTON'S MINOR POEMS mortal Muses natural never night Nymphs o'er Old English Paradise Lost passage pastoral pleasure poet poetry praise Professor Queen Sabrina Second Brother sense shades Shakespeare Shepheards Calender shepherd sing sister song Sons of Vulcan soul spell Spenser's spirits star student Subs swain sweet Teares text-book thee thou thought Thyrsis University verb verse Virgil's virgin Virtue Webster's wife winds wood word young
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第73页 - But, first and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The cherub Contemplation ; And the mute Silence hist along, 'Less Philomel will deign a song, In her sweetest, saddest plight, Smoothing the rugged brow of Night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke Gently o'er the accustomed oak. 60 Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy...
第132页 - And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
第128页 - And all their echoes, mourn. The willows and the hazel copses green Shall now no more be seen Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the canker to the rose, Or taint-worm to the weanling herds that graze, Or frost to flowers that their gay wardrobe wear When first the white-thorn blows, Such, Lycidas, thy loss to shepherd's ear.
第131页 - For, so to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise; Ay me ! whilst thee the shores and sounding seas Wash far away, where'er thy bones are hurled; Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world...
第73页 - To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way, 70 And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud.
第127页 - That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring, Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string. Hence with denial vain and coy excuse : So may some gentle Muse With lucky words favour my destined urn ; And as he passes, turn And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud. For we were nursed upon the self-same hill, Fed the same flock by fountain, shade, and rill.
第67页 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow, Through the sweet-briar or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine; While the cock with lively din . Scatters the rear of Darkness thin; 50 And to the stack, or the barn-door, Stoutly struts his dames before: Oft listening how the hounds and horn Cheerly rouse the slumbering Morn, From the side of...
第123页 - All amidst the gardens fair Of Hesperus, and his daughters three 'That sing about the golden tree. Along the crisped shades and bowers Revels the spruce and jocund Spring ; The Graces and the rosy-bosomed Hours Thither all their bounties bring.
第124页 - Mortals, that would follow me, Love Virtue ; she alone is free. She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heaven itself would stoop to her.
第100页 - Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude ; Where, with her best nurse, Contemplation, She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impair'd. He that has light within his own clear breast, May sit i...