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Ilis father must have been a literary character , as our author addresses him in
one of his most elaborate Latin Poems ; it was therefore natural for him to be
solicitous about 1 VITA DI MILTON COLLE CRITICHE SULLE SUE OPERE DEL
D.
Ilis father must have been a literary character , as our author addresses him in
one of his most elaborate Latin Poems ; it was therefore natural for him to be
solicitous about 1 VITA DI MILTON COLLE CRITICHE SULLE SUE OPERE DEL
D.
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It is natural to suppose , from the complexion of the times , in which an ardent
love of liberty prevailed , that our author derived much more emolument from his
political productions , than from any efforts in the higher departments of literature .
It is natural to suppose , from the complexion of the times , in which an ardent
love of liberty prevailed , that our author derived much more emolument from his
political productions , than from any efforts in the higher departments of literature .
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As is was very natural for the friends of monarchy , when they had it in their power
, to retaliate on the republican party , by whom they had been treated with the
greatest rigour and severity ; an order of council was issued to seize Milton's ...
As is was very natural for the friends of monarchy , when they had it in their power
, to retaliate on the republican party , by whom they had been treated with the
greatest rigour and severity ; an order of council was issued to seize Milton's ...
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Our great author having attained his sixty - sixth year , and been long tormented
with the gout , which prevailed over the enfeebled poweers of nature , expired on
the 1 che in questa scena di miseria postaci innanzi agli XXX LIFE OF MILTOX .
Our great author having attained his sixty - sixth year , and been long tormented
with the gout , which prevailed over the enfeebled poweers of nature , expired on
the 1 che in questa scena di miseria postaci innanzi agli XXX LIFE OF MILTOX .
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What deserves more reprehension is , that the prologue , spoken in the wild
wood by the attendant Spirit , is addressed to the audience : a mode of
communication so contrary to the nature of dramatic representation , that no
precedents can ...
What deserves more reprehension is , that the prologue , spoken in the wild
wood by the attendant Spirit , is addressed to the audience : a mode of
communication so contrary to the nature of dramatic representation , that no
precedents can ...
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Page 220 - Shine not in vain ; nor think, though men were none, That heaven would want spectators, God want praise : Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep : All these with ceaseless praise his works behold Both day and night. How often from the steep Of echoing hill or thicket have we heard Celestial voices to the midnight air, Sole, or responsive each to other's note, Singing their great Creator...
Page 132 - 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.
Page 180 - Till pride and worse ambition threw me down, Warring in heaven against heaven's matchless King ! Ah! wherefore? he deserved no such return From me, whom he created what I was In that bright eminence; and with his good Upbraided none: nor was his service hard. What could be less than to afford him praise, The easiest recompense, and pay him thanks, How due...
Page 40 - A shout, that tore Hell's concave, and beyond Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night. All in a moment through the gloom were seen Ten thousand banners rise into the air With orient colours waving: with them rose A forest huge of spears, and thronging helms Appear'd. and serried shields in thick array Of depth immeasurable...
Page 254 - Rising or falling still advance his praise. His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
Page 154 - That brought into this world a world of woe, Sin and her shadow Death, and misery Death's harbinger. Sad task ! yet argument Not less but more heroic than the wrath Of stern Achilles on his foe, pursued . Thrice fugitive about Troy wall ; or rage Of Turnus for Lavinia disespoused ; Or Neptune's ire, or Juno's, that so long Perplex'd the Greek and Cytherea's son ; If answerable style.
Page 58 - HIGH on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind, Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold...
Page 180 - O thou that, with surpassing glory crown'd, Look'st from thy sole dominion, like the god Of this new world, at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminish'd heads, to thee I call, But with no friendly voice, and add thy name, 0 sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams, That bring to my remembrance from what state 1 fell, how glorious once above thy sphere...
Page 132 - 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 ever-during dark Surrounds me...
Page 8 - Reserved him to more wrath ; for now the thought Both of lost happiness and lasting pain Torments him ; round he throws his baleful eyes, That witness'd huge affliction and dismay, Mix'd with obdurate pride and steadfast hate. At once, as far as angels...