The Poetical Works of John Milton, 2 tomasHilliard, Gray, 1834 |
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... dost thou then suggest to me distrust , Knowing who I am , as I know who thou art ? 350 355 Whom thus answer'd th ' arch fiend now undis- guis'd . ' Tis true , I am that spirit unfortunate , Who , leagu'd with millions more in rash ...
... dost thou then suggest to me distrust , Knowing who I am , as I know who thou art ? 350 355 Whom thus answer'd th ' arch fiend now undis- guis'd . ' Tis true , I am that spirit unfortunate , Who , leagu'd with millions more in rash ...
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... dost thou aspire To greatness ? whence authority deriv'st ? What followers , what retinue can'st thou gain ? Or at thy heels the dizzy multitude , 415 420 Longer than thou can'st feed them on thy cost ? Money brings honour , friends ...
... dost thou aspire To greatness ? whence authority deriv'st ? What followers , what retinue can'st thou gain ? Or at thy heels the dizzy multitude , 415 420 Longer than thou can'st feed them on thy cost ? Money brings honour , friends ...
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... world Could not sustain thy prowess , or subsist In battel , though against thy few in arms . These god - like virtues wherefore dost thou hide , 15 20 Affecting private life , or more obscure In savage wilderness Book III.
... world Could not sustain thy prowess , or subsist In battel , though against thy few in arms . These god - like virtues wherefore dost thou hide , 15 20 Affecting private life , or more obscure In savage wilderness Book III.
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... dost persuade me to seek wealth For empire's sake , nor empire to affect For glory's sake by all thy argument . For what is glory but the blaze of fame , 25 339 30 3 40 45 27 erected ] So P. L. i . 679 ; ' erected spirits ' is a ...
... dost persuade me to seek wealth For empire's sake , nor empire to affect For glory's sake by all thy argument . For what is glory but the blaze of fame , 25 339 30 3 40 45 27 erected ] So P. L. i . 679 ; ' erected spirits ' is a ...
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... dost thou in this world ? the wilderness For thee is fittest place ; I found thee there , And thither will return thee ; yet remember 370 What I foretell thee , soon thou shalt have cause To wish thou never hadst rejected thus Nicely or ...
... dost thou in this world ? the wilderness For thee is fittest place ; I found thee there , And thither will return thee ; yet remember 370 What I foretell thee , soon thou shalt have cause To wish thou never hadst rejected thus Nicely or ...
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293 psl. - Married to immortal verse; Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, 140 With wanton heed and giddy cunning; The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...
281 psl. - And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sunbeams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
280 psl. - Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves, Where other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, 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.
270 psl. - That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring : Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string. Hence with denial vain, and coy...
288 psl. - 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.
62 psl. - They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand; the gate With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms. Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide. They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.
274 psl. - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of Noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days...
289 psl. - 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.
271 psl. - 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 whitethorn blows; Such, Lycidas, thy loss to shepherd's ear.
278 psl. - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freak'd with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears : Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.