Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve BooksTimothy Bedlington, 1820 - 305 من الصفحات |
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... hath gratefully celebrated in an excellent Latin elegy . At his initiation he is said to have applied himself to letters with such indefatigable industry , that he rarely was prevailed upon to quit his studies before midnight : which ...
... hath gratefully celebrated in an excellent Latin elegy . At his initiation he is said to have applied himself to letters with such indefatigable industry , that he rarely was prevailed upon to quit his studies before midnight : which ...
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... hath join'd 90 In equal ruin ; into what pit thou seest , From what height fail'n ; so much the stronger prov'd He with his thunder : and till then who knew The force of those dire arms ? Yet not for those , Nor what the potent Victor ...
... hath join'd 90 In equal ruin ; into what pit thou seest , From what height fail'n ; so much the stronger prov'd He with his thunder : and till then who knew The force of those dire arms ? Yet not for those , Nor what the potent Victor ...
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... Hath lost us Heav'n , and all this mighty host In horrible destruction laid thus low , As far as Gods and heavn'ly essences Can perish for the mind and spi'rit remains Invincible , and vigour soon returns , 140 Though all our glory ...
... Hath lost us Heav'n , and all this mighty host In horrible destruction laid thus low , As far as Gods and heavn'ly essences Can perish for the mind and spi'rit remains Invincible , and vigour soon returns , 140 Though all our glory ...
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... hath recall'd His ministers of vengeance and pursuit 170 Back to the gates of Heaven : the sulphurous hail , Shot after us in storm , o'erblown , hath laid The fiery surge that from the precipice Of Heav'n receiv'd us falling ; and the ...
... hath recall'd His ministers of vengeance and pursuit 170 Back to the gates of Heaven : the sulphurous hail , Shot after us in storm , o'erblown , hath laid The fiery surge that from the precipice Of Heav'n receiv'd us falling ; and the ...
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... hath equall'd , force hath made supreme Above his equals . Farewell , happy fields , 250 Where joy for ever dwells ! Hail , horrors ; hail , Infernal world ! and thou , profoundest Hell , Receive thy new possessor ; one who brings A ...
... hath equall'd , force hath made supreme Above his equals . Farewell , happy fields , 250 Where joy for ever dwells ! Hail , horrors ; hail , Infernal world ! and thou , profoundest Hell , Receive thy new possessor ; one who brings A ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Adam Almighty Angel answer'd appear'd Archangel arm'd arms beast behold bliss BOOK bright burning lake call'd celestial Cherub Cherubim cloud creatures Cusco dark days of Heaven death deep delight divine dreadful dwell eternal etherial evil eyes fair Fair Angel faith fall'n Father fear Fiend fierce fire fix'd form'd fruit gates glory Gods grace hand happy hast hath heard heart Heav'n and Earth heav'nly Hell hill Ithuriel JOHN MILTON join'd King lest light live mankind Messiah mix'd morn night o'er ordain'd pain PARADISE LOST pass'd peace plac'd pleas'd pow'r rais'd reign reply'd return'd round sapience Satan seat seem'd Seraph serpent shalt sight soon sov'reign spake Spirits stars stood sweet taste Thammuz thee thence thine things thither thou hast thought throne thyself tree turn'd vex'd voice wand'ring whence wings Zephon
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الصفحة 60 - Tunes her nocturnal note : 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...
الصفحة 221 - So saying, her rash hand in evil hour Forth reaching to the Fruit, she pluck'd, she eat: Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat Sighing through all her Works gave signs of woe, That all was lost.
الصفحة 162 - To hoarse or mute, though fallen on evil days, On evil days though fallen, and evil tongues; In darkness, and with dangers compassed round, And solitude; yet not alone, while thou Visit'st my slumbers nightly, or when morn Purples the east : still govern thou my song, Urania, and fit audience find, though few.
الصفحة 82 - I sdein'd subjection, and thought one step higher Would set me highest, and in a moment quit The debt immense of endless gratitude, So burdensome still paying, still to owe...
الصفحة 116 - Six wings he wore, to shade His lineaments divine: the pair that clad Each shoulder broad came mantling o'er his breast With regal ornament; the middle pair Girt like a starry zone his waist, and round Skirted his loins and thighs with downy gold And colours dipt in heaven; the third his feet Shadow'd from either heel with feather'd mail, Sky-tinctured grain.
الصفحة 21 - To speak; whereat their doubled ranks they bend From wing to wing, and half enclose him round With all his peers: Attention held them mute. Thrice he assay'd, and thrice, in spite of scorn, Tears, such as Angels weep, burst forth: at last Words, interwove with sighs, found out their way.
الصفحة 12 - He scarce had ceased, when the superior fiend Was moving toward the shore: his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast; the broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views, At evening, from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
الصفحة 111 - All what we affirm or what deny, and call Our knowledge or opinion; then retires Into her private Cell when Nature rests.
الصفحة 13 - They heard, and were abash'd, and up they sprung Upon the wing, as when men wont to watch On duty, sleeping found by whom they dread, Rouse and bestir themselves ere well awake.
الصفحة 113 - 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. 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.