The Poetical Works of John Milton: With a Memoir, and Critical Remarks on His Genius and Writing, Volume 2George Bell & sons, 1890 |
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... Son of God . Satan , who is present , flies up into the regions of the air ; where , summoning his infernal council , he acquaints them with his apprehensions that Jesus is that seed of the woman destined to destroy all their power ...
... Son of God . Satan , who is present , flies up into the regions of the air ; where , summoning his infernal council , he acquaints them with his apprehensions that Jesus is that seed of the woman destined to destroy all their power ...
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... Son of God , inspire , As thou art wont , my prompted song , else mute , And bear through height or depth of nature's bounds , With prosperous wing full summ'd , to tell of deeds Above heroic , though in secret done , And unrecorded ...
... Son of God , inspire , As thou art wont , my prompted song , else mute , And bear through height or depth of nature's bounds , With prosperous wing full summ'd , to tell of deeds Above heroic , though in secret done , And unrecorded ...
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... Son of God , Temptation and all guile on him to try ; So to subvert whom he suspected raised To end his reign on ... son , Great in renown , and call'd the Son of God : Then told'st her , doubting how these things could be To her a ...
... Son of God , Temptation and all guile on him to try ; So to subvert whom he suspected raised To end his reign on ... son , Great in renown , and call'd the Son of God : Then told'st her , doubting how these things could be To her a ...
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... Son , To earn salvation for the sons of men . " So spake the eternal Father , and all heaven Admiring stood a space ... God , Now entering his great duel , not of arms , But to vanquish , by wisdom , hellish wiles ! The Father knows the Son ...
... Son , To earn salvation for the sons of men . " So spake the eternal Father , and all heaven Admiring stood a space ... God , Now entering his great duel , not of arms , But to vanquish , by wisdom , hellish wiles ! The Father knows the Son ...
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... Son of God , who yet some days Lodged in Bethabara , where John baptized , Musing , and much revolving in his breast , How best the mighty work he might begin Of Saviour to mankind , and which way first Publish his God - like office ...
... Son of God , who yet some days Lodged in Bethabara , where John baptized , Musing , and much revolving in his breast , How best the mighty work he might begin Of Saviour to mankind , and which way first Publish his God - like office ...
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Page 237 - 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.
Page 188 - 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. He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear.
Page 192 - Shepherds ! weep no more, For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor; So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new spangled ore 170 Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Page 191 - 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, 150 To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Page 201 - 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.
Page 159 - Begin to cast a beam on the outward shape, The unpolluted temple of the mind, And turns it by degrees to the soul's essence, Till all be made immortal : but when lust, By unchaste looks, loose gestures, and foul talk, But most by lewd and lavish act of sin, Lets in defilement to the inward parts, The soul grows clotted by contagion, Imbodies, and imbrutes, till she quite lose The divine property of her first be^ ing.
Page 195 - 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...
Page 225 - The lonely mountains o'er, And the resounding shore, A voice of weeping heard and loud lament ; From haunted spring and dale, Edged with poplar pale, The parting genius is with sighing sent ; With flower-inwoven tresses torn, The nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
Page 222 - That the mighty Pan Was kindly come to live with them below ; Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep, Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep.
Page 220 - Muse, shall not thy sacred vein Afford a present to the Infant God ? Hast thou no verse, no hymn, or solemn strain To welcome him to this his new abode, . Now while the heaven, by the sun's team untrod, Hath took no print of the approaching light, And all the spangled host keep watch in squadrons bright?