L'allegro, Il Penseroso, Comus, and LycidasGinn, 1901 - 130 pages |
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... line , every word of Milton's poetry has its meaning , and very often diligent search must be made for it ; but it ... lines have been so much fought over by scholars as these of Milton , are necessarily rather full . Several important ...
... line , every word of Milton's poetry has its meaning , and very often diligent search must be made for it ; but it ... lines have been so much fought over by scholars as these of Milton , are necessarily rather full . Several important ...
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... line of the present sonnet , see the introductory essay in Ernest Myers's Selected Prose Writ- ings of John Milton . 2 For some strictures on Brooke's criticism as it was originally pub- lished , see Matthew Arnold's essay entitled A ...
... line of the present sonnet , see the introductory essay in Ernest Myers's Selected Prose Writ- ings of John Milton . 2 For some strictures on Brooke's criticism as it was originally pub- lished , see Matthew Arnold's essay entitled A ...
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... line he wrote . He left the university in 1632 , and went to live at Horton , near Windsor , where he spent five years , steadily reading the Greek and Latin writers , and amusing himself with mathematics and music . Poetry was not ...
... line he wrote . He left the university in 1632 , and went to live at Horton , near Windsor , where he spent five years , steadily reading the Greek and Latin writers , and amusing himself with mathematics and music . Poetry was not ...
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... religious depth , fill the scenes in which he paints Paradise , our parents and their fall , and at last all thought and emotion center round Adam and Eve , until the closing lines leave us with their lonely image INTRODUCTION . XV.
... religious depth , fill the scenes in which he paints Paradise , our parents and their fall , and at last all thought and emotion center round Adam and Eve , until the closing lines leave us with their lonely image INTRODUCTION . XV.
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John Milton Tuley Francis Huntington. until the closing lines leave us with their lonely image on our minds . In every part of the poem , in every character in it , as indeed in all his poems , Milton's intense individu- ality appears ...
John Milton Tuley Francis Huntington. until the closing lines leave us with their lonely image on our minds . In every part of the poem , in every character in it , as indeed in all his poems , Milton's intense individu- ality appears ...
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Page 27 - And 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...
Page xlix - Memory and her siren daughters ; but by devout prayer to that Eternal Spirit who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom He pleases.
Page 8 - Come, pensive nun, devout and pure, Sober, steadfast, and demure, All in a robe of darkest grain, Flowing with majestic train, And sable stole of cypress lawn, Over thy decent shoulders drawn. Come, but keep thy wonted state, With even step and musing gait, And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes...
Page 24 - Plucking ripe clusters from the tender shoots ; Their port was more than human, as they stood : I took it for a faery vision Of some gay creatures of the element, That in the colours of the rainbow live, And play i
Page 69 - WHAT needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones, The labour of an age in piled stones, Or that his hallowed relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a live-long monument. For whilst to th...
Page 9 - 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...
Page 9 - 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.
Page 18 - Who, in their nightly watchful spheres, Lead in swift round the months and years. The sounds and seas, with all their finny drove, Now to the moon in wavering morrice move ; And on the tawny sands and shelves Trip the pert fairies and the dapper elves.
Page 5 - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of link-ed sweetness long drawn out, 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...
Page 1 - 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-browed rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.