Paradise Lost

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Geo. S. Appleton, 1851 - 415 σελίδες
 

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Σελίδα 113 - Spanish poets of prime note have rejected rime both in longer and shorter works, as have also long since our best English tragedies, as a thing of itself, to all judicious ears, trivial and of no true musical delight; which consists only in apt numbers, fit quantity of syllables, and the sense variously drawn out from one verse into another...
Σελίδα 175 - Thus with the year Seasons return ; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and everduring dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Σελίδα 175 - And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. So much the rather thou, celestial Light, Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate ; there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight.
Σελίδα xvi - The Oracles are dumb ; No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance, or breathed spell, Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Σελίδα xxx - Arm his profane tongue with contemptuous words Against the sun-clad power of Chastity Fain would I something say; — yet to what end? Thou hast nor ear, nor soul, to apprehend The sublime notion and high mystery That must be uttered to unfold the sage And serious doctrine of Virginity; And thou art worthy that thou shouldst not know More happiness than this thy present lot.
Σελίδα 122 - The seat of desolation, void of light, Save what the glimmering of these livid flames Casts pale and dreadful ? thither let us tend From off the tossing of these fiery waves ; There rest, if any rest can...
Σελίδα 124 - What matter where, if I be still the same, And what I should be, all but less than he Whom thunder hath made greater?
Σελίδα lxxx - Those other two, equalled with me in fate So were I equalled with them in renown, Blind Thamyris, and blind Maeonides, And Tiresias and Phineus prophets old. Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note...
Σελίδα 174 - Or hear'st thou rather, pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell? Before the sun, Before the Heavens thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle, didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless infinite.
Σελίδα 195 - Me miserable! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath and infinite despair? Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep, Still threatening to devour me, opens wide, To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven.

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