Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve BooksL. Coffin, 1831 - 294 страници |
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... bring forth good , Our labour must be to pervert that end , And out of good etill to find means of evil ; Which ofttimes may succeed so as perhaps 150 155 Sirefly 160 165 Shall grieve him , if I fail not , and PARADISE LOST .
... bring forth good , Our labour must be to pervert that end , And out of good etill to find means of evil ; Which ofttimes may succeed so as perhaps 150 155 Sirefly 160 165 Shall grieve him , if I fail not , and PARADISE LOST .
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... Perhaps hath spent his shafts , and ceases now To bellow through the vast and boundless deep Let us not slip the occasion , whether scorn , Or satiate fury , yield it from our Foe . Seest thou yon dreary plain , forlorn and wild , The ...
... Perhaps hath spent his shafts , and ceases now To bellow through the vast and boundless deep Let us not slip the occasion , whether scorn , Or satiate fury , yield it from our Foe . Seest thou yon dreary plain , forlorn and wild , The ...
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... perhaps Our first eruption ; thither or elsewhere : For this infernal pit shall never hold Celestial Spirits in bondage , nor the abyss Long under darkness cover . Full counsel must mature But these thoughts Peace is despair'd , 655 660 ...
... perhaps Our first eruption ; thither or elsewhere : For this infernal pit shall never hold Celestial Spirits in bondage , nor the abyss Long under darkness cover . Full counsel must mature But these thoughts Peace is despair'd , 655 660 ...
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... perhaps The way seems difficult and steep to scale With upright wing against a higher foe . Let such bethink them , if the sleepy drench Of that forgetful lake benumb not still , That in our proper motion we ascend Up to our native seat ...
... perhaps The way seems difficult and steep to scale With upright wing against a higher foe . Let such bethink them , if the sleepy drench Of that forgetful lake benumb not still , That in our proper motion we ascend Up to our native seat ...
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... perhaps Designing or exhorting glorious war , Caught in a fiery tempest , shall be hurl'd Each on his rock transfix'd , the sport and prey Of wracking whirlwinds ; or for ever sunk Under yon boiling ocean , wrapp'd in chains ; There to ...
... perhaps Designing or exhorting glorious war , Caught in a fiery tempest , shall be hurl'd Each on his rock transfix'd , the sport and prey Of wracking whirlwinds ; or for ever sunk Under yon boiling ocean , wrapp'd in chains ; There to ...
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Adam Almighty Angels answer'd appear'd Archangel arm'd arms aught beast Beelzebub behold bliss bright burning lake call'd Canaan celestial Cherub Cherubim cloud created creatures dark days of Heaven death deep delight didst divine dreadful dwell Earth eternal evil eyes fair Fair Angel faith Father fear fierce fire fix'd flaming flowers fruit gates glory Gods grace hand happy hast hath heard heart Heaven heavenly Hell hill Ithuriel JOHN MILTON join'd King lest light live lost mankind Messiah Michaël mix'd night o'er ordain'd pain Paradise PARADISE LOST pass'd peace reign replied return'd round sapience Satan scape seat seem'd Seraph Serpent shalt sight soon sov'reign spake Spirits stars stood sweet taste thee thence thine things thither thou hast thoughts throne thunder thyself tree turn'd Uriel vex'd voice whence wings wonder Zephon
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Страница 107 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty! thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair : thyself how wondrous then, Unspeakable ! who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Страница 23 - From heaven, they fabled, thrown by angry Jove 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...
Страница 4 - And mad'st it pregnant: What in me is dark, Illumine; what is low, raise and support; That to the height of this great argument I may assert Eternal Providence, 25 And justify the ways of God to men.
Страница 290 - Henceforth, I learn that to obey is best, And love with fear the only God, to walk As in his presence, ever to observe His providence, and on him sole depend...
Страница 107 - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Страница 213 - Should God create another Eve, and I Another rib afford, yet loss of thee Would never from my heart : no, no ! I feel The link of Nature draw me : flesh of flesh, Bone of my bone thou art, and from thy state Mine never shall be parted, bliss or woe.
Страница 76 - Upon himself; horror and doubt distract His troubled thoughts, and from the bottom stir The hell within him ; for within him hell He brings, and round about him, nor from hell One step, no more than from himself, can fly By change of place...
Страница 154 - Urania, and fit audience find, though few. 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 22 - Rose like an exhalation, with the sound Of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet, Built like a temple, where pilasters round Were set, and Doric pillars overlaid With golden architrave ; nor did there want Cornice or frieze, with bossy sculptures graven •, The roof was fretted gold.
Страница 76 - 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...