Milton, Volume 2,Deel 1Macmillan, 1895 - 227 pagina's |
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Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
acquaintance admiration appears Areopagitica booksellers Boswell called character charm church comedy Cowper critics delightful doubt Edward Phillips England English fancy father feeling friends genius Goldsmith hand happy heart honour human humour hypochondria imagination John John Milton Johnson L'Allegro labour Lady Hesketh language Latin learned less letters literary living London Lord Lycidas ment Milton mind moral Morus nature never Newbery Newton Olney once pamphlets Paradise Lost Paradise Regained Parliament party passage passion perhaps Phillips poem poet poet's poetical poetry political prose Puritan reader received religion religious Salmasius Samson Agonistes Samuel Hartlib says seems sizar sonnets soul spirit Stoops to Conquer story taste things thou thought tion translation truth Unwin verse Vicar of Wakefield village Whig words writing written wrote young
Populaire passages
Pagina 122 - And steady loyalty, and faithful love. And thou, sweet Poetry, thou loveliest maid, Still first to fly where sensual joys invade; Unfit in these degenerate times of shame To catch the heart, or strike for honest fame; Dear charming nymph, neglected and decried, My shame in crowds, my solitary pride; Thou source of all my bliss, and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so; Thou guide by which the nobler arts excel, Thou nurse of every virtue, fare thee well!
Pagina 11 - I began thus far to assent both to them and divers of my friends here at home ; and not less to an inward prompting which now grew daily upon me, that by labour and intent study, which I take to be my portion in- this life, joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written to after-times, as they should not willingly let it die.
Pagina 57 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Pagina 75 - I was confirmed in this opinion, that he, who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem...
Pagina 7 - Tis now become a history little known, That once we call'd the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession! But the record fair, That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm, that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced.
Pagina 116 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has given my share — I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose...
Pagina 116 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree, While many a pastime circled in the shade...
Pagina 12 - Memory and her siren daughters ; but by devout prayer to that Eternal Spirit who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom He pleases.
Pagina 59 - Shortening his journey between morn and noon, And hurrying him, impatient of his stay, Down to the rosy west ; but kindly still Compensating his loss with added hours Of social converse and instructive ease, And...
Pagina 117 - Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary ! Thy needles, once a shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more ; My Mary...