Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books. The Author John Milton. The Sixth Edition. With Notes of Various Authors, by Thomas Newton, D.D. ...J. and R. Tonson, B. Dodd, H. Woodfall, J. Rivington, R. Baldwin [and 8 others in London], 1763 |
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الصفحة 150
For him who sits above and laughs the while At thee ordain'd his drudge , to
execute Whate'er his wrath , which he calls justice , bids ; His wrath , which one
day will destroy ye both . She spake , and at her words the hellish pest 735
Forbore ...
For him who sits above and laughs the while At thee ordain'd his drudge , to
execute Whate'er his wrath , which he calls justice , bids ; His wrath , which one
day will destroy ye both . She spake , and at her words the hellish pest 735
Forbore ...
الصفحة 209
Far more than great or high ; because in thee Love hath abounded more than
glory ' abounds , Therefore thy humiliation shall exalt With thee thy manhood also
to this throne ; Here shalt thou sit incarnate , here shalt reign 315 Both God and ...
Far more than great or high ; because in thee Love hath abounded more than
glory ' abounds , Therefore thy humiliation shall exalt With thee thy manhood also
to this throne ; Here shalt thou sit incarnate , here shalt reign 315 Both God and ...
الصفحة 216
Approach not , but with both wings veil their eyes , Thee next they sang of all
creation first , Begotten Son , Divine Similitude , In whose conspicuous count'
nance , without cloud Made visible , th ' almighty Father shines , 386 Whom else
no ...
Approach not , but with both wings veil their eyes , Thee next they sang of all
creation first , Begotten Son , Divine Similitude , In whose conspicuous count'
nance , without cloud Made visible , th ' almighty Father shines , 386 Whom else
no ...
الصفحة 217
Back from pursuit thy Pow'rs with loud acclame Thee only ' extoll'd , Son of thy
Father's might , To execute fierce vengeance on his foes , 399 Not so on Man :
Him through their malice fall'n , Father of mercy ' and grace , thou didît not doom
So ...
Back from pursuit thy Pow'rs with loud acclame Thee only ' extoll'd , Son of thy
Father's might , To execute fierce vengeance on his foes , 399 Not so on Man :
Him through their malice fall'n , Father of mercy ' and grace , thou didît not doom
So ...
الصفحة 295
Till I espy'd thee , fair indeed and tall , Under a platan ; yet methought less fair ,
Less winning soft , less amiably mild , Than that smooth watry image : back I turn'
d ; 480 Thou following cry'dít aloud , Return fair Eve , Whom fly'st thou ? whom ...
Till I espy'd thee , fair indeed and tall , Under a platan ; yet methought less fair ,
Less winning soft , less amiably mild , Than that smooth watry image : back I turn'
d ; 480 Thou following cry'dít aloud , Return fair Eve , Whom fly'st thou ? whom ...
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Adam againſt alſo ancient Angels appear arms beauty becauſe Bentley beſt better called callid Cant death deep deſcribed divine earth edition equal fall fame Father fight fire firſt gates give glory Gods hand hath head Heaven Hell himſelf Homer Hume Iliad Italy kind king laſt Latin learned leſs light likewiſe lines living Lord manner mean Milton mind morning moſt muſt nature never night obſerve pain Paradiſe particular paſſage Pearce perhaps perſon poem poet proper reader reaſon river round ſaid ſame Satan ſays ſecond ſee ſeems ſenſe ſeveral ſhall ſhould ſome ſon ſpeaking ſpeech Spirits ſuch thee theſe things thoſe thou thought throne tion turn uſe verſe Virgil whole whoſe wings write
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الصفحة vii - What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw ; The hungry sheep look up and are not fed, But swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly and foul contagion spread; Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once and smite no more.
الصفحة 186 - And feel thy sovran vital lamp ; but thou Revisit'st not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs, Or dim suffusion veiled.
الصفحة 414 - By none ; and if not equal all, yet free, Equally free ; for orders and degrees Jar not with liberty, but well consist.
الصفحة 31 - Aloft, incumbent on the dusky air, That felt unusual weight; till on dry land He lights — if it were land that ever...
الصفحة 256 - 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...
الصفحة 257 - 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.
الصفحة 146 - Whence and what art thou, execrable shape! That dar'st, though grim and terrible, advance Thy miscreated front athwart my way To yonder gates? through them I mean to pass, That be assured, without leave asked of thee: Retire, or taste thy folly; and learn by proof, Hell-born! not to contend with spirits of Heaven!
الصفحة 354 - Evil into the mind of God or man May come and go, so unapproved, and leave No spot or blame behind...
الصفحة 79 - 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.
الصفحة 272 - Upon the rapid current, which, through veins Of porous earth with kindly thirst up-drawn, Rose a fresh fountain, and with many a rill Water'd the garden ; thence united fell Down the steep glade, and met the nether flood, Which from his darksome passage now appears ; And now, divided into four main streams, Runs diverse, wandering many a famous realm And country...
معلومات المراجع
| العنوان | Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books. The Author John Milton. The Sixth Edition. With Notes of Various Authors, by Thomas Newton, D.D. ... Eighteenth century Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books. The Author John Milton. The Sixth Edition. With Notes of Various Authors, by Thomas Newton, D.D, John Milton |
| المؤلف | John Milton |
| الناشر | J. and R. Tonson, B. Dodd, H. Woodfall, J. Rivington, R. Baldwin [and 8 others in London], 1763 |
| أصلي من | جامعة أوكسفورد |
| الكتب ذات التنسيق الرقمي | 19 حزيران (يونيو) 2007 |
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