Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books. The Last Edition. The Author John MiltonGaneau, 1754 |
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... C'est un terme de marine . De - là over - blown , adj . pouffé , lancé avec beaucoup de force . ibid . laid , part . hath laid , a abbatu , a étouffé . Les Latins fe fervent de ponere dans le même fens . Quo non arbiter Adria Major ...
... C'est un terme de marine . De - là over - blown , adj . pouffé , lancé avec beaucoup de force . ibid . laid , part . hath laid , a abbatu , a étouffé . Les Latins fe fervent de ponere dans le même fens . Quo non arbiter Adria Major ...
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... c'est une abréviation . Tenir compte , s'embarraffer , fe foucier . Boyer l'écrit reke . ibid . thereafter , en conféquence , conformément . Boyer dit que c'est un terme bas , & qu'on ne s'en fert que dans le ftyle bouffon . Comptez ...
... c'est une abréviation . Tenir compte , s'embarraffer , fe foucier . Boyer l'écrit reke . ibid . thereafter , en conféquence , conformément . Boyer dit que c'est un terme bas , & qu'on ne s'en fert que dans le ftyle bouffon . Comptez ...
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... c'est cet air brûlant qu'on respire vers le milieu du jour , tems où l'on ne fent point le moindre foufle de vent . 313 for , ôtez la virgule . 339 conqueft ; lifez conqueft , 340 in doing ; lifez in doing 374 to upraise , élever . 398 ...
... c'est cet air brûlant qu'on respire vers le milieu du jour , tems où l'on ne fent point le moindre foufle de vent . 313 for , ôtez la virgule . 339 conqueft ; lifez conqueft , 340 in doing ; lifez in doing 374 to upraise , élever . 398 ...
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... C'est le fruftra des Latins . 472 Elysium , les champs Elizées ; le Paradis des anciens . 490 cowles lifez cowls 493 the Sport of winds , le jouet des vents . ibid . upwhirl'd , emporté en haut , élevé dans um tourbillon . 497 unpeopled ...
... C'est le fruftra des Latins . 472 Elysium , les champs Elizées ; le Paradis des anciens . 490 cowles lifez cowls 493 the Sport of winds , le jouet des vents . ibid . upwhirl'd , emporté en haut , élevé dans um tourbillon . 497 unpeopled ...
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... cher , agréable ; fans agrément . 785 to wheel to the shield , aller à gauche , to the Spear , à droite . Tite - Live dit pareille- ment ment declinare ad haftam vel ad fcutum c'est une façon 24 PARADISE LOST . Book IV .
... cher , agréable ; fans agrément . 785 to wheel to the shield , aller à gauche , to the Spear , à droite . Tite - Live dit pareille- ment ment declinare ad haftam vel ad fcutum c'est une façon 24 PARADISE LOST . Book IV .
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Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books. The Author John Milton, Том 1 John Milton Повний перегляд - 1746 |
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Adam Adam's Æneid againſt beaft Briareus bruiſe C'eft c'eſt cæleftial call'd cloud Cronian d'une darkneſs death defcends defcrib'd deux points du verbe duft e'er earth éditions été fair fait fans être fecond feed fens fentence ferpent fight fign fignifie fince firft firſt foi-même fome foon forrow fruit ftill fubft fuch glory hath heav'n hell ibid irrég irrégulier du verbe judg'd juft juſt laft laſt Latins loft mettez qu'une virgule mettez un point mettez une virgule Michael Milton muft muſt n'eft point n'eſt ôtez la parentheſe ôtez la virgule ôtez le point Padan-Aram Paradife PARADISE LOST plein pon&uez ponctuez pow'r prefent prét prétérit irrégulier qu'on n'a point qui n'eft point Ramiel reft reply'd return'd Satan shew ſtood thee thefe thence theſe tho lifez thofe thoſe thou trouve une colombe une virgule après vers Vide vient whofe worfe
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Сторінка 26 - Wholesome, and cool, and mild, but with black air Accompanied; with damps and dreadful gloom; Which to his evil conscience represented All things with double terror : on the ground Outstretch'd he lay ; on the cold ground; and oft Curs'd his creation ; death as oft accus'd Of tardy execution, since denounc'd The day of his offence. « Why comes not death, (Said he) with one thrice-acceptable stroke To end me?
Сторінка 25 - To Satan only like both crime and doom. 0 Conscience, into what Abyss of fears And horrors hast thou driv'n me ; out of which 1 find no way, from deep to deeper plung'd ! Thus Adam to himself lamented loud Through the still Night, not now, as ere man fell.
Сторінка 22 - Did I request Thee, Maker, from my clay To mould me man ? Did I solicit Thee From darkness to promote me, or here place In this .delicious garden ? As my will Concurr'd not to my being, it were but right And equal to reduce me to my dust, Desirous to resign and render back All I receiv'd...
Сторінка 87 - They looking back, all th' eastern side beheld Of paradise, so late their happy seat, Wav'd over by that flaming brand, the gate With dreadful faces throng'd, and fiery arms : Some natural tears they dropt ; but wip'd them soon.
Сторінка 47 - Present, and of his presence many a sign Still following thee, still compassing thee round With goodness and paternal love, his face Express, and of his steps the track divine.
Сторінка 33 - What better can we do, than, to the place Repairing where he judged us, prostrate fall Before him reverent, and there confess Humbly our faults, and pardon beg, with tears Watering the ground, and with our sighs the air Frequenting, sent from hearts contrite, in sign Of sorrow unfeign'd and humiliation meek?
Сторінка 47 - In yonder nether world where shall I seek His bright appearances, or foot-step trace ? For though I fled Him angry, yet, recall'd To life prolong'd and promis'd race, I now Gladly behold though but His utmost skirts Of glory ; and far off His steps adore.
Сторінка 53 - There is, said Michael, if thou well observe The rule of not too much, by temperance taught In what thou eat'st and drink'st, seeking from thence Due nourishment, not gluttonous delight, Till many years over thy head return : So mayst thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop Into thy mother's lap, or be with ease Gather'd, not harshly pluck'd, for death mature. This is old age...
Сторінка 54 - To what thou hast, and for the air of youth Hopeful and cheerful in thy blood will reign A melancholy damp of cold and dry, To weigh thy spirits down, and last consume The balm of life.
Сторінка 21 - And fish with fish ; to graze the herb all leaving, Devour'd each other ; nor stood much in awe Of Man, but fled him, or with count'nance grim Glar'd on him passing. These were from without The growing miseries, which Adam saw...