The Poetical Works of John Milton: With Notes of Various Authors, Principally from the Editions of Thomas Newton, Charles Dunster and Thomas Warton ; to which is Prefixed Newton's Life of Milton, Volumen4W. Baxter, 1824 |
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... amor saette ed arco , La onde l ' alta tua virtu s'infiora . 5 Quando tu vaga parli , o lieta canti Che mover possa duro alpestre legno Guardi ciascun a gli occhi , ed a gli orecchi 10 L'entrata , chi di te si truova indegno ; Gratia ...
... amor saette ed arco , La onde l ' alta tua virtu s'infiora . 5 Quando tu vaga parli , o lieta canti Che mover possa duro alpestre legno Guardi ciascun a gli occhi , ed a gli orecchi 10 L'entrata , chi di te si truova indegno ; Gratia ...
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... Amor meco insù la lingua snella Desta il fior novo di strania favella , Mentre io di te , vezzosamente altera , Canto , dal mio buon popol not inteso , E'l bel Tamigi cangio col bel Arno . Amor lo volse , ed io a l'altrui peso Seppi ch ' ...
... Amor meco insù la lingua snella Desta il fior novo di strania favella , Mentre io di te , vezzosamente altera , Canto , dal mio buon popol not inteso , E'l bel Tamigi cangio col bel Arno . Amor lo volse , ed io a l'altrui peso Seppi ch ' ...
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... amor spreggiar soléa E de suoi lacci spesso mi ridéa Gia caddi , ov'huom dabben talhor s'impiglia . Ne treccie d'oro , ne guancia vermiglia M ' abbaglian sì , ma sotto nova idea Pellegrina bellezza che'l cuor bea , 7. -altri rivi Altri ...
... amor spreggiar soléa E de suoi lacci spesso mi ridéa Gia caddi , ov'huom dabben talhor s'impiglia . Ne treccie d'oro , ne guancia vermiglia M ' abbaglian sì , ma sotto nova idea Pellegrina bellezza che'l cuor bea , 7. -altri rivi Altri ...
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... Amor mise l'insanabil ago . † * The forced thoughts at the close of this Sonnet are intolera- ble . But he was now in the land of conceit , and was infected by writing in its language . He had changed his native Thames for Arno , Sonn ...
... Amor mise l'insanabil ago . † * The forced thoughts at the close of this Sonnet are intolera- ble . But he was now in the land of conceit , and was infected by writing in its language . He had changed his native Thames for Arno , Sonn ...
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... amor . Nuda nec arva placent , umbrasque negantia molles , Quam male Phœbicolis convenit ille locus ! Nec duri libet. Alexander Gill here mentioned , Milton's friend , seems to be some- times confounded with his father , whose name was ...
... amor . Nuda nec arva placent , umbrasque negantia molles , Quam male Phœbicolis convenit ille locus ! Nec duri libet. Alexander Gill here mentioned , Milton's friend , seems to be some- times confounded with his father , whose name was ...
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Página 209 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide; 'Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Página 42 - Was I deceived, or did a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night ? I did not err, there does a sable cloud •Turn forth her silver lining on the night...
Página 137 - 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.
Página 142 - O the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone, and never must return! • Thee, shepherd, thee the woods and desert caves, With wild thyme and the gadding vine o'ergrown, 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.
Página 208 - Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not : in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piemontese that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks.
Página 163 - 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.
Página 147 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days: But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life.
Página 138 - 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. Begin then, Sisters of the sacred well, 15 That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring ; Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string.
Página 215 - The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which all Europe rings from side to side. This thought might lead me through the world's vain mask Content, though blind, had I no better guide.
Página 190 - Yet, be it less or more, or soon or slow, It shall be still in strictest measure even To that same lot, however mean or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven; All is, if I have grace to use it so, As ever in my great Task-Master's eye.