Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve Books. The Author John Milton. According to the Author's Last Edition, in the Year 1674W. and W. Smith, P. Wilson, and T. Ewing, 1767 - 348 страници |
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... taste deliberates a while whether to impart thereof to Adam or not , at laft brings him of the fruit , relates what perfwaded her to eat thereof : Adam at first a- maz'd , but perceiving her loft , refolves through vehe mence of love to ...
... taste deliberates a while whether to impart thereof to Adam or not , at laft brings him of the fruit , relates what perfwaded her to eat thereof : Adam at first a- maz'd , but perceiving her loft , refolves through vehe mence of love to ...
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... taste thy folly , and learn by proof , Hell - born , not to contend with spirits of heav'n . To whom the goblin full of wrath reply'd , Art thou that traitor angel , art thou he , Who first broke peace in heav'n and faith , till then ...
... taste thy folly , and learn by proof , Hell - born , not to contend with spirits of heav'n . To whom the goblin full of wrath reply'd , Art thou that traitor angel , art thou he , Who first broke peace in heav'n and faith , till then ...
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... taste : Betwixt them lawns , and level downs , and flocks Grafing the tender herb , were interpos'd , Or palmie hilloc , or the flourie lap Of fome irriguous valley fpread her store , Flours of all hue , and without thorn the rofe ...
... taste : Betwixt them lawns , and level downs , and flocks Grafing the tender herb , were interpos'd , Or palmie hilloc , or the flourie lap Of fome irriguous valley fpread her store , Flours of all hue , and without thorn the rofe ...
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... taste is now of joy ; Happie , but for fo happie ill fecur'd Long to continue , and this high feat your heav'n Ill fenc't for heav'n to keep out fuch a foe As now is enter'd ; yet no purpos'd foe To you whom I could pitie thus forlorn ...
... taste is now of joy ; Happie , but for fo happie ill fecur'd Long to continue , and this high feat your heav'n Ill fenc't for heav'n to keep out fuch a foe As now is enter'd ; yet no purpos'd foe To you whom I could pitie thus forlorn ...
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... taste that onely tree Of knowledge , planted by the tree of life , So neer grows death to life , whatere death is , Some dreadful thing no doubt ; for well thou knowst God hath pronounc't it death to taste that tree , The only fign of ...
... taste that onely tree Of knowledge , planted by the tree of life , So neer grows death to life , whatere death is , Some dreadful thing no doubt ; for well thou knowst God hath pronounc't it death to taste that tree , The only fign of ...
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Adam Ægypt againſt alſo angels arm'd beaſt behold beſt blifs call'd cauſe cherubim cloud darkneſs death deep defcend defire divine earth eaſe elfe erft evil eyes faid fair feat feem'd ferpent fhall fide fight fince fire firft firſt fome foon foul fpake fruit ftill fuch gate glory hath heav'n heav'nly hell higheſt highth hill himſelf hoft juſt laft laſt leaſt lefs leſs light loft moſt muſt night o're Paradife paſs paſt pleas'd pleaſant pleaſure praiſe puniſhment rais'd reaſon reft repli'd reſt return'd rife rofe Satan ſeems ſhade ſhall ſhame ſhape ſhe ſhould ſome ſon ſpake ſpirit ſtand ſtars ſtate ſteps ſtill ſtood ſtrength ſuch ſweet tafte taſte thee thefe themſelves thence theſe thine things thofe thoſe thou thoughts thouſand throne tree turn'd wandring whofe whoſe wings wiſdom worfe worſe
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Страница 124 - His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
Страница 88 - 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.
Страница 121 - Evil into the mind of God or man May come and go, so unapproved, and leave No spot or blame behind...
Страница 251 - Matter of scorn, not to be given the foe. However, I with thee have fix'd my lot, Certain to undergo like doom; if death Consort with thee, death is to me as life; So forcible within my heart I feel The bond of nature draw me to my own, My own in thee, for what thou art is mine; Our state cannot be sever'd, we are one, One flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself.
Страница 44 - Typhoean rage more fell, Rend up both rocks and hills, and ride the air In whirlwind ; hell scarce holds the wild uproar.
Страница 7 - Thus Satan, talking to his nearest mate, With head uplift above the wave, and eyes That sparkling blazed ; his other parts besides, Prone on the flood, extended long and large, Lay floating many a rood...
Страница 32 - Devoid of sense and motion? And who knows, Let this be good, whether our angry foe Can give it, or will ever? How he can Is doubtful; that he never will is sure.
Страница 147 - Abdiel, faithful found, Among the faithless faithful only he; Among innumerable false unmoved, Unshaken, unseduced, unterrified, His loyalty he kept, his love, his zeal ; Nor number nor example with him wrought To swerve from truth, or change his constant mind, Though single.
Страница 208 - 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...
Страница 25 - 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, On Lemnos, the Aegean isle.