Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve Books. The Author John Milton. According to the Author's Last Edition, in the Year 1674W. and W. Smith, P. Wilson, and T. Ewing, 1767 - 348 стор. |
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... darkness , fitlieft call'd Chaos : here Satan with his angels lying on the burning lake , thunderstruck and astonisht , after a certain space recovers , as from con- fufion , calls up him who next in order and dignity lay by him ; they ...
... darkness , fitlieft call'd Chaos : here Satan with his angels lying on the burning lake , thunderstruck and astonisht , after a certain space recovers , as from con- fufion , calls up him who next in order and dignity lay by him ; they ...
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... dark Illumine , what is low raise and support ; That to the highth of this great argument I may affert eternal providence , And justify the ways of God to men . Say firft , for heav'n hides nothing from thy view , A Nor the deep tract ...
... dark Illumine , what is low raise and support ; That to the highth of this great argument I may affert eternal providence , And justify the ways of God to men . Say firft , for heav'n hides nothing from thy view , A Nor the deep tract ...
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... darkness vifible Serv'd only to discover fights of woe , Regions of forrow , doleful fhades , where peace And rest can never dwell , hope never comes That comes to all ; but torture without end Still urges , and a fiery deluge , fed ...
... darkness vifible Serv'd only to discover fights of woe , Regions of forrow , doleful fhades , where peace And rest can never dwell , hope never comes That comes to all ; but torture without end Still urges , and a fiery deluge , fed ...
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... And high permiffion of all - ruling heaven Left him at large to his own dark designs , That with reiterated crimes he might Heap on himself damnation A 4 PARADISE LOST . I. 183 . 7 Cafts pale and dreadful? thither let us tend ...
... And high permiffion of all - ruling heaven Left him at large to his own dark designs , That with reiterated crimes he might Heap on himself damnation A 4 PARADISE LOST . I. 183 . 7 Cafts pale and dreadful? thither let us tend ...
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... dark idolatries Of alienated Judah , Next came one Who mourn'd in earnest , when the captive ark Maim'd his brute image , head and hands lopt off In his own temple , on the grunsel edge , Where he fell flat , and sham'd his worshippers ...
... dark idolatries Of alienated Judah , Next came one Who mourn'd in earnest , when the captive ark Maim'd his brute image , head and hands lopt off In his own temple , on the grunsel edge , Where he fell flat , and sham'd his worshippers ...
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Adam Ægypt againſt alſo angels arm'd beaſt behold beſt blifs call'd cauſe cherubim cloud darkneſs death deep defcend defire divine earth eaſe elfe erft evil eyes faid fair feat feem'd ferpent fhall fide fight fince fire firft firſt fome foon foul fpake fruit ftill fuch gate glory hath heav'n heav'nly hell higheſt highth hill himſelf hoft juſt laft laſt leaſt lefs leſs light loft moſt muſt night o're Paradife paſs paſt pleas'd pleaſant pleaſure praiſe puniſhment rais'd reaſon reft repli'd reſt return'd rife rofe Satan ſeems ſhade ſhall ſhame ſhape ſhe ſhould ſome ſon ſpake ſpirit ſtand ſtars ſtate ſteps ſtill ſtood ſtrength ſuch ſweet tafte taſte thee thefe themſelves thence theſe thine things thofe thoſe thou thoughts thouſand throne tree turn'd wandring whofe whoſe wings wiſdom worfe worſe
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Сторінка 124 - 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.
Сторінка 88 - 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.
Сторінка 121 - Evil into the mind of God or man May come and go, so unapproved, and leave No spot or blame behind...
Сторінка 251 - Matter of scorn, not to be given the foe. However, I with thee have fix'd my lot, Certain to undergo like doom; if death Consort with thee, death is to me as life; So forcible within my heart I feel The bond of nature draw me to my own, My own in thee, for what thou art is mine; Our state cannot be sever'd, we are one, One flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself.
Сторінка 44 - Typhoean rage more fell, Rend up both rocks and hills, and ride the air In whirlwind ; hell scarce holds the wild uproar.
Сторінка 7 - Thus Satan, talking to his nearest mate, With head uplift above the wave, and eyes That sparkling blazed ; his other parts besides, Prone on the flood, extended long and large, Lay floating many a rood...
Сторінка 32 - Devoid of sense and motion? And who knows, Let this be good, whether our angry foe Can give it, or will ever? How he can Is doubtful; that he never will is sure.
Сторінка 147 - Abdiel, faithful found, Among the faithless faithful only he; Among innumerable false unmoved, Unshaken, unseduced, unterrified, His loyalty he kept, his love, his zeal ; Nor number nor example with him wrought To swerve from truth, or change his constant mind, Though single.
Сторінка 208 - Tell, if ye saw, how came I thus, how here? Not of myself; by some great Maker then, In goodness and in power pre-eminent: Tell me how may I know him, how adore, From whom I have that thus I move and live, And feel that I am happier than I know...
Сторінка 25 - Sheer o'er the crystal battlements: from morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, A summer's day; and with the setting sun Dropt from the zenith, like a falling star, On Lemnos, the Aegean isle.