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The Works of the English Poets. with Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, by ...
English Poets,Samuel Johnson
Попередній перегляд недоступний - 2015
Adam againſt almighty Angels arms battel behold bounds bright bring clouds command created creatures dark darkneſs death deep delight divine doubt dread dwell earth elſe equal eternal evil eyes fair fall Father fear fell field fight fire firſt force fruit gates glory Gods gold golden grace half hand happy hath head heard Heav'n heav'nly Hell hill hope king land laſt leſs light live look Mean mind morn muſt nature night once pain Paradiſe perhaps pow'r Powers praiſe pure receive reign reſt riſe round Satan ſea ſeem'd ſeems ſhall ſhape ſhe ſhould ſide ſome ſpake Spi'rits ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtill ſtood ſuch ſweet taſte thee thence theſe things thoſe thou thoughts throne thyſelf tree voice whence whoſe wide winds wings
Сторінка 13 - Here we may reign secure, and, in my choice, To reign is worth ambition, though in hell: Better to reign in hell, than serve in heaven.
Сторінка 102 - 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...
Сторінка 74 - Thee I revisit safe, And feel thy sovran vital lamp ; but thou Revisit'st not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs, Or dim suffusion veiled.
Сторінка 102 - 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 222 - The tawny lion, pawing to get free His hinder parts ; then springs, as broke from bonds, And rampant...
Сторінка 240 - 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 57 - And shook a dreadful dart: what seemed his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on. Satan was now at hand, and from his seat The monster moving onward came as fast With horrid strides; Hell trembled as he strode.
Сторінка 144 - Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels; for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in Heaven, On earth join, all ye creatures, to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Сторінка 110 - The birds their quire apply ; airs, vernal airs, Breathing the smell of field and grove, attune The trembling leaves, while universal Pan, Knit with the Graces and the Hours in dance, Led on the eternal Spring.