The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 3Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... spake , and him Beëlzebub Thus answer'd . Leader of thofe armies bright , Which but th ' Omnipotent none could have foil'd , If once they hear that voice , their liveliest pledge Of hope in fears and dangers , heard so oft In worst ...
... spake , and him Beëlzebub Thus answer'd . Leader of thofe armies bright , Which but th ' Omnipotent none could have foil'd , If once they hear that voice , their liveliest pledge Of hope in fears and dangers , heard so oft In worst ...
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... spake : and to confirm his words , out - flew Millions of flaming fwords , drawn from the thighs Of mighty Cherubim ; the sudden blaze Far round illumin'd Hell : highly they rag'd Against the High'eft , and fierce with grasped arms ...
... spake : and to confirm his words , out - flew Millions of flaming fwords , drawn from the thighs Of mighty Cherubim ; the sudden blaze Far round illumin'd Hell : highly they rag'd Against the High'eft , and fierce with grasped arms ...
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... spake . My fentence is for open war : of wiles , 50 More unexpert , I boast not : them let those Contrive who need , or when they need , not now . For 55 60 For while they fit contriving , fhall the 36 PARADISE LOST . Book II .
... spake . My fentence is for open war : of wiles , 50 More unexpert , I boast not : them let those Contrive who need , or when they need , not now . For 55 60 For while they fit contriving , fhall the 36 PARADISE LOST . Book II .
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... spake . < Thrones and Imperial Pow'rs , Offspring of Heaven , Ethereal Virtues ; or thefe titles now Muft we renounce , and changing stile be call'd Princes of Hell ? for fo the popular vote Inclines , here to continue ' , and build up ...
... spake . < Thrones and Imperial Pow'rs , Offspring of Heaven , Ethereal Virtues ; or thefe titles now Muft we renounce , and changing stile be call'd Princes of Hell ? for fo the popular vote Inclines , here to continue ' , and build up ...
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... spake . Only begotten Son , feeft thou what rage Transports our Adverfary ? whom no bounds Prefcrib'd , no bars of Hell , nor all the chains $ 5 60 65 70 75 Heap'd Heap'd on him there , nor yet the main abyss Book III . 75 PARADISE LOST .
... spake . Only begotten Son , feeft thou what rage Transports our Adverfary ? whom no bounds Prefcrib'd , no bars of Hell , nor all the chains $ 5 60 65 70 75 Heap'd Heap'd on him there , nor yet the main abyss Book III . 75 PARADISE LOST .
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Adam afcending againſt Angels appear'd battel behold beſt bright call'd cloſe creatures darkneſs deep defire delight divine earth elfe eternal eyes faid fair Fair Angel Father feat feem'd feems fhade fhall fide fight fince firft firſt fleep foft fome fons foon form'd foul fpake ftill fuch gate glory grace happy hath Heav'n heav'nly Hell higheſt highth himſelf hoft juſt king laſt leaſt lefs leſs light loft moſt Mozambic muſt night o'er ordain'd pafs'd Paradife PARADISE LOST plac'd pleas'd pleaſant pow'r praiſe purſue rais'd reafon reft reply'd rifing rofe round SAMUEL BARROW Satan ſhall ſhape ſhould ſpake Spi'rits Spirits ſpread ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtep ſtill ſtood ſtream ſuch ſweet taſte thee thefe themſelves thence theſe things thither thoſe thou thought thouſand throne thyfelf tree turn'd Uriel whence whofe whoſe wings worfe worſe
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Страница 68 - O thou that, with surpassing glory crowned, Look'st from thy sole dominion like the god Of this new World — at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminished 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, Till pride and worse ambition threw me down, Warring in Heaven against Heaven's matchless King ! Ah, wherefore?
Страница 116 - But drive far off the barbarous dissonance Of Bacchus and his revellers, the race Of that wild rout that tore the Thracian bard In Rhodope, where woods and rocks had ears To rapture, till the savage clamour drown'd Both harp and voice ; nor could the Muse defend Her son.
Страница 93 - Air, and ye Elements, the eldest birth Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our Great Maker still new praise.
Страница 103 - Hear, all ye angels, progeny of light, Thrones, dominations, princedoms, virtues, powers ; Hear my decree, which unrevoked shall stand. This day I have begot whom I declare My only Son, and on this holy hill Him have anointed, whom ye now behold At my right hand; your head I him appoint; And by myself have sworn, to him shall bow All knees in heaven, and shall confess him Lord...
Страница 75 - Flowers worthy of Paradise, which not nice Art In beds and curious knots, but Nature boon Pour'd forth profuse on hill, and dale, and plain...
Страница 92 - 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.
Страница 50 - 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, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.