The Poetical Works of John Milton: With a Memoir and Critical Remarkds on His Genius and Writings, المجلد 2H. G. Bohn, 1861 |
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... LORD LONSDALE'S MEMOIR OF JAMES II . Portraits . 133. STURM'S MORNING COMMUNINGS WITH GOD , or Devotional Medita- tions for Every Day in the Year . 134. FOSTERIANA : THOUGHTS , REFLECTIONS , and CRITICISMS of the late JOHN FOSTER ...
... LORD LONSDALE'S MEMOIR OF JAMES II . Portraits . 133. STURM'S MORNING COMMUNINGS WITH GOD , or Devotional Medita- tions for Every Day in the Year . 134. FOSTERIANA : THOUGHTS , REFLECTIONS , and CRITICISMS of the late JOHN FOSTER ...
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... ( LORD ) LETTERS ON EGYPT AND THE HOLY LAND . Fifth Edition , with additions , and 36 Wood Engravings and Maps . 48 & 52. ARIOSTO'S ORLANDO FURIOSO , in English Verse , by W. S. ROSE . With Portrait and 12 fine Engravings on Steel ...
... ( LORD ) LETTERS ON EGYPT AND THE HOLY LAND . Fifth Edition , with additions , and 36 Wood Engravings and Maps . 48 & 52. ARIOSTO'S ORLANDO FURIOSO , in English Verse , by W. S. ROSE . With Portrait and 12 fine Engravings on Steel ...
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... Lord General Fairfax 214 XVI . To the Lord General Cromwell 214 XVII . To Sir Henry Vane , the younger 215 XVIII . On the late Massacre in Piedmont 215 XIX . On his Blindness 216 XX . To Mr. Lawrence 216 XXI . To Cyriac Skinner 217 XXII ...
... Lord General Fairfax 214 XVI . To the Lord General Cromwell 214 XVII . To Sir Henry Vane , the younger 215 XVIII . On the late Massacre in Piedmont 215 XIX . On his Blindness 216 XX . To Mr. Lawrence 216 XXI . To Cyriac Skinner 217 XXII ...
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... Lord passes forty days , fasting , in the wilderness ; where the wild beasts become harm- less in his presence . Satan now appears under the form of an old peasant , and enters into discourse with our Lord . Jesus replies . Satan ...
... Lord passes forty days , fasting , in the wilderness ; where the wild beasts become harm- less in his presence . Satan now appears under the form of an old peasant , and enters into discourse with our Lord . Jesus replies . Satan ...
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... Lord : From thee I can , and must , submiss , endure Check or reproof , and glad to ' scape so quit . Hard are the ways of truth , and rough to walk , Smooth on the tongue discoursed , pleasing to the ear , And tunable as sylvan pipe or ...
... Lord : From thee I can , and must , submiss , endure Check or reproof , and glad to ' scape so quit . Hard are the ways of truth , and rough to walk , Smooth on the tongue discoursed , pleasing to the ear , And tunable as sylvan pipe or ...
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الصفحة 207 - 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; Or let my lamp at midnight hour Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft out-watch the Bear...
الصفحة 206 - 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...
الصفحة 142 - 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.
الصفحة 229 - 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.
الصفحة 205 - Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring, Aye round about Jove's altar sing ; And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens takes his pleasure. But first, and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon...
الصفحة 241 - 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.
الصفحة 202 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit, or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry, Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
الصفحة 218 - God's trophies, and his work pursued, While Darwen stream, with blood of Scots imbrued, And Dunbar field, resounds thy praises loud, And Worcester's laureate wreath.
الصفحة 198 - 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.
الصفحة 195 - Herdman's art belongs! What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel Pipes of wretched straw, The hungry Sheep look up, and are not fed, But swoln with wind, and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread: Besides what the grim Wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door, Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.