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... hand his glory , on the Son Blaz'd forth unclouded deity ; he full Resplendent all his Father manifest Express'd , and thus divinely answer'd mild . " Father eternal , thine is to decree , Mine both in Heav'n and Earth to do thy will 61 ...
... hand his glory , on the Son Blaz'd forth unclouded deity ; he full Resplendent all his Father manifest Express'd , and thus divinely answer'd mild . " Father eternal , thine is to decree , Mine both in Heav'n and Earth to do thy will 61 ...
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... hand I could suspect no ill , And what she did , whatever in itself , Her doing seem'd to justify the deed ; She gave me of the tree , and I did eat . " To whom the sov'reign Presence thus reply'd . " Was she thy God , that her thou ...
... hand I could suspect no ill , And what she did , whatever in itself , Her doing seem'd to justify the deed ; She gave me of the tree , and I did eat . " To whom the sov'reign Presence thus reply'd . " Was she thy God , that her thou ...
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... hand Hell With long reach interpos'd ; three several ways In sight , to each of these three places led . And now their way to Earth they had descry'd , To Paradise first tending , when behold Satan in likeness of an Angel bright 320 ...
... hand Hell With long reach interpos'd ; three several ways In sight , to each of these three places led . And now their way to Earth they had descry'd , To Paradise first tending , when behold Satan in likeness of an Angel bright 320 ...
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... hands builded not , thy wisdom gain'd With odds what war hath lost , and fully ' aveng'd Our foil in Heav'n ; here thou shalt monarch reign , There didst not ; there let him still victor sway , As battle hath adjudg'd , from this new ...
... hands builded not , thy wisdom gain'd With odds what war hath lost , and fully ' aveng'd Our foil in Heav'n ; here thou shalt monarch reign , There didst not ; there let him still victor sway , As battle hath adjudg'd , from this new ...
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... rush'd in haste the great consulting peers , Rais'd from their dark Divan , and with like joy Congratulant approach'd him , who with hand 458 459 Silence , and with these words , attention won 20 [ B. X. PARADISE LOST .
... rush'd in haste the great consulting peers , Rais'd from their dark Divan , and with like joy Congratulant approach'd him , who with hand 458 459 Silence , and with these words , attention won 20 [ B. X. PARADISE LOST .
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The Poetical Works of John Milton: With a Memoir, and Critical ..., Том 2 John Milton Повний перегляд - 1843 |
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Adam Angel arms beast behold call'd Canaan canst captive Cherubim CHORUS cloud Ctesiphon Dagon DALILA dark death deeds deliverance descended didst divine doth dread dwell earth enemies evil eyes fair faith fame Father fear feast foretold Gath Gaza giv'n glorious glory grace hand HARAPHA hast hath head heard heart Heav'n heav'nly Hell holy honour Israel judg'd king lest light live lords lost MANOAH may'st mortal Nazarite nigh night numbers o'er once Paradise PARADISE LOST PARADISE REGAINED Parthian peace Philistines pow'r prophets reign reply'd return'd round SAMSON SAMSON AGONISTES Satan Saviour seat seed seek SEMICHORUS Serpent shame sight Son of God song sons soon sorrow spake Spirit stood strength sung sweet Tempter thee thence thine things thither thou art thou hast thou shalt thought throne thyself Timna vex'd virtue voice
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Сторінка 320 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise...
Сторінка 319 - HENCE, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings And the night-raven sings ; There under ebon shades, and low-brow'd rocks As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Сторінка 324 - In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream. Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild.
Сторінка 332 - And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Сторінка 121 - When I was yet a child, no childish play To me was pleasing ; all my mind was set Serious to learn and know, and thence to do What might be public good; myself I thought Born to that end, born to promote all truth, All righteous things...
Сторінка 330 - And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
Сторінка 36 - And straight conjunction with this sex: for either He never shall find out fit mate, but such As some misfortune brings him, or mistake, Or whom he wishes most shall seldom gain Through her perverseness ; but shall see her gain'd By a far worse, or, if she love, withheld By parents, or his happiest choice too late Shall meet, already link'd and wedlock-bound To a fell adversary, his hate or shame; Which infinite calamity shall cause To human life, and household peace confound.
Сторінка 302 - tis said) Before was never made, But when of old the sons of morning sung, While the Creator great His constellations set, And the well-balanced world on hinges hung, And cast the dark foundations deep, And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep.
Сторінка 306 - And sullen Moloch fled, Hath left in shadows dread His burning idol all of blackest hue ; In vain with cymbals' ring They call the grisly king, In dismal dance about the furnace blue : The brutish gods of Nile as fast, Isis and Orus, and the dog Anubis, haste.
Сторінка 305 - The lonely mountains o'er And the resounding shore A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament; From haunted spring and dale Edged with poplar pale The parting Genius is with sighing sent; With flower-inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.