 | John Milton - 2003 - 1012 σελίδες
...hence with leave Retiring from the popular noise, I seek0 This unfrequented place to find some ease, Ease to the body some, none to the mind From restless thoughts, that like a deadly swarm Of hornets armed, no sooner found alone,0 20 But rush upon me thronging, and present Times past, what once I was,... | |
 | Julia Reinhard Lupton - 2005 - 291 σελίδες
...speculation and regret called despair. Samson's retreat beneath the tree of pastoral leisure grants "Ease to the body some, none to the mind / From restless...present / Times past, what once I was, and what am now" (18-23). Evoking the swarm of bees in the carcass of the lion, these multitudinous creatures now reappear... | |
 | Eva Reichenberger, Kurt Reichenberger, A. Robert Lauer - 2004 - 612 σελίδες
...de la tragedia. Retiring from the popular noise, I seek This unfrequented place to find some ease, Ease to the body some, none to the mind From restless thoughts, that like a deadly swarm Of hornets armed, no sooner found alone, But rush upon me thronging [...]36. Rasgo esencial del soliloquio con... | |
 | John Milton - 2006 - 138 σελίδες
...hence with leave Retiring from the popular noise, I seek This unfrequented place to find some ease, Ease to the body some, none to the mind From restless...present Times past, what once I was, and what am now. O wherefore was my birth from Heaven foretold Twice by an Angel, who at last in sight From off the... | |
 | John Milton - 2006 - 126 σελίδες
...yields me; hence 2 Retiring from the popular noise, I seek This unfrequented place to find some ease, Ease to the body some, none to the mind From restless...present Times past, what once I was, and what am now. 0 wherefore was my birth from Heaven foretold Twice by an Angel, who at last in sight Of both my Parents... | |
 | James Dougal Fleming - 2008 - 228 σελίδες
...Grave" (SA 103). "Ease to the body some, none to the mind," Samson comments on his opening coffee-break. From restless thoughts, that like a deadly swarm Of...present Times past, what once I was, and what am now. (18-22) Samson's bad conscience, rushing upon him precisely in his moment of rest, lines him up neatly... | |
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Retiring from the popular noise, I seek This unfrequented place to find some ease, Ease to the body some, none to the mind From restless thoughts, that, like a deadly swarm Of hornets arm'd, no sooner found alone, But rush upon me thronging, and present... 
