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Adam agni amorous angels ANTISTROPHE arm'd arms aught beast behold bliss bright call'd cherubim Chor cloud Comus Dagon dark death deeds deep delight didst divine doth dread dwell earth eternal evil eyes fair Father Faunus fear fire flowers fruit glory gods grace hand happy hast hath heard heart heaven heavenly hell hill honour ipse Israel John Milton Jove King lest light live Lord Lycidas Messiah mihi Milton Muse night numbers numina nymphs o'er Olympo Paradise Paradise Lost pass'd peace Phcebus Philistines praise reign return'd round Satan seat seem'd serpent shade shalt sight Son of God song soon soul spake spirits stars stood sweet taste thee thence thine things thither thou art thou hast thoughts throne Thyrsis thyself tibi tree Tu quoque turn'd ulmo vex'd virtue voice whence winds wings wonder
第314页 - Had ye been there — for what could that have done? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself, for her enchanting son, Whom universal nature did lament, When by the rout that made the hideous roar, His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift...
第314页 - Phoebus replied, and touched my trembling ears: "Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies, But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.
第79页 - Join voices, all ye living souls ! Ye birds, That singing up to Heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings, and in your notes, his praise. "Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep ! Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill or valley, fountain or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. " Hail, universal Lord ! be bounteous still To give us only good; and, if the night Have gathered aught of evil, or concealed, Disperse it, as now light...
第319页 - Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom; Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm To bless the doors from nightly harm.
第313页 - 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 Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
第342页 - MAY MORNING. 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 thee long.
第323页 - While the ploughman near at hand Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
第312页 - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame, nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
第17页 - Anon out of the earth a fabric huge Rose like an exhalation, with the sound Of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet, Built like a temple, where pilasters round Were set, and Doric pillars overlaid With golden architrave ; nor did there want Cornice or frieze, with bossy sculptures graven •, The roof was fretted gold.
第335页 - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance, or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.