The Epic of Paradise Lost: Twelve Essays

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G. P. Putnam's sons, 1907 - 375 sayfa
 

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Sayfa 343 - flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and ever-during 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 expung'd and ras'd And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. (Book
Sayfa 249 - 1 Three poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpassed, The next in majesty, in both the last. The force of nature could no farther go ; To make a third she joined the former two. Lines printed under the engraved portrait of Milton
Sayfa 102 - Paradise. Some natural tears they dropp'd, but wip'd them soon ; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide. They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way. 1
Sayfa 98 - ... yet when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best; All higher Knowledge in her presence falls Degraded, Wisdom in discourse with her Loses, discountenanc'd, and like Folly shows : Authority and
Sayfa 41 - excess Of glory obscur'd : as when the sun new-ris'n Looks through the horizontal misty air, Shorn of his beams ; or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs: darken'd so, yet shone Above them all th' archangel: but his face Deep scars of thunder had intrench'd, and
Sayfa 343 - Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song ; but chief Thee Sion, and the flowery brooks beneath That wash thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow Nightly I visit. (Book III,
Sayfa 328 - But neither breath of morn, when she ascends With charm of earliest birds, nor rising sun On this delightful land, nor herb, fruit, flower Glist'ring with dew, nor fragrance after showers, Nor grateful evening mild, nor silent night With this her solemn bird, nor walk by
Sayfa 112 - thus,— Of man's first disobedience and the fruit Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste Brought death into the world and all our woe, With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Restore us and regain the blissful seat, Sing heavenly Muse. 1
Sayfa 344 - flowers laugh before thee on their beds ; And fragrance in thy footing treads ; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong ; And the most ancient heavens, through thee, are fresh And strong. (Wordsworth, Ode to Duty.)
Sayfa 330 - I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me ; and to me High mountains are a feeling. (Childe Harold, III, 72.) Are not the mountains, waves, and skies a part Of me and of my soul, as I of them

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