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... truth to expand before him , but found instead a wilder chaos and a fouler hell than before . But dare we pity him , and need we pity ourselves ? But for Milton's disappointment , and disgust with the evil days and evil tongues on which ...
... truth to expand before him , but found instead a wilder chaos and a fouler hell than before . But dare we pity him , and need we pity ourselves ? But for Milton's disappointment , and disgust with the evil days and evil tongues on which ...
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... has been thought by some to have demeaned him- self by teaching children the first elements of knowledge , although it be , in truth , one of the noblest avocations- although the fact of the contempt in which it is JOHN MILTON . 7.
... has been thought by some to have demeaned him- self by teaching children the first elements of knowledge , although it be , in truth , one of the noblest avocations- although the fact of the contempt in which it is JOHN MILTON . 7.
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... truth and beauty accordingly met , and embraced each other . A museum , he felt , had not the severe laws of a temple . There , whatever was curious , in- teresting , or rare , might be admitted . Pan's pipe might lean upon the foot of ...
... truth and beauty accordingly met , and embraced each other . A museum , he felt , had not the severe laws of a temple . There , whatever was curious , in- teresting , or rare , might be admitted . Pan's pipe might lean upon the foot of ...
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... horizon . But , in truth , Milton was not so much mistaken as people suppose . There are men who at all times , and there are moods in which all men prefer the 23d Psalm to the 18th , the first Epistle of John to the 22 JOHN MILTON .
... horizon . But , in truth , Milton was not so much mistaken as people suppose . There are men who at all times , and there are moods in which all men prefer the 23d Psalm to the 18th , the first Epistle of John to the 22 JOHN MILTON .
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... truth in his taste and style of writing - there is sincerity in his anguish- and his little pieces , particularly , are the mere wringings . of his heart . Who can doubt that his brow , the index of the soul , darkened as he wrote that ...
... truth in his taste and style of writing - there is sincerity in his anguish- and his little pieces , particularly , are the mere wringings . of his heart . Who can doubt that his brow , the index of the soul , darkened as he wrote that ...
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Sida 225 - Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows ; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down : It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides ; and tho...
Sida 19 - 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.
Sida 50 - And thus I saw the horses in the vision, and them that sat on them, having breastplates of fire, and of jacinth, and brimstone: and the heads of the horses were as the heads of lions : and out of their mouths issued fire and smoke and brimstone.
Sida 227 - And one : * He had not wholly quench'd his power; A little grain of conscience made him sour.' At last I heard a voice upon the slope Cry to the summit, ' Is there any hope ? ' To which an answer peal'd from that high land, But in a tongue no man could understand ; And on the glimmering limit far withdrawn God made Himself an awful rose of dawn.
Sida 32 - Adam the goodliest man of men since born His sons, the fairest of her daughters Eve.
Sida 378 - Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant ! Let the dead Past bury its dead ! Act, — act in the living Present ! Heart within, and God o'erhead ! /!Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Sida 44 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love, Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow [Kneels.
Sida 20 - I took it for a faery vision Of some gay creatures of the element, That in the colours of the rainbow live, And play i
Sida 282 - Will the unicorn be willing to serve thee, Or abide by thy crib? Canst thou bind the unicorn with his band in the furrow? Or will he harrow the valleys after thee?
Sida 96 - Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone. Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it...