The poetical works of John Milton, with a life of the author by A. Chalmers. With 12 illustr. by R. Westall1881 |
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... thence attempt . Pandemonium , the palace of Satan , rises , suddenly built out of the deep : the infernal Peers there sit in council . RF Man's first disobedience and the fruit Of that forbidden tree , whose mortal taste Brought death ...
... thence attempt . Pandemonium , the palace of Satan , rises , suddenly built out of the deep : the infernal Peers there sit in council . RF Man's first disobedience and the fruit Of that forbidden tree , whose mortal taste Brought death ...
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... thence in heav'n call'd Satan , with bold words Breaking the horrid silence , thus began . 70 70 80 If thou beest he - But O how fall'n ! how chang'd From him , who in the happy realms of light , Cloath'd with transcendent brightness ...
... thence in heav'n call'd Satan , with bold words Breaking the horrid silence , thus began . 70 70 80 If thou beest he - But O how fall'n ! how chang'd From him , who in the happy realms of light , Cloath'd with transcendent brightness ...
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... temple of God , On that opprobrious hill , and made his grove The pleasant valley of Hinnom , Tophet thence And black Gehenna call'd , the type of hell . 400 Next Chemos , th ' obscene dread of Moab's sons 14 BOOK I. PARADISE LOST .
... temple of God , On that opprobrious hill , and made his grove The pleasant valley of Hinnom , Tophet thence And black Gehenna call'd , the type of hell . 400 Next Chemos , th ' obscene dread of Moab's sons 14 BOOK I. PARADISE LOST .
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... thence his lustful orgies he enlarg'd Even to that hill of scandal , by the grove Of Moloch homicide , lust hard by hate ; Till good Josiah drove them thence to hell . 410 420 With these came they , who , from the bord'ring flood Of old ...
... thence his lustful orgies he enlarg'd Even to that hill of scandal , by the grove Of Moloch homicide , lust hard by hate ; Till good Josiah drove them thence to hell . 410 420 With these came they , who , from the bord'ring flood Of old ...
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... thence on the snowy top Of cold Olympus rul'd the middle air , Their highest heaven ; or on the Delphian cliff , Or in Dodona , and through all the bounds Of Doric land ; or who with Saturn old Fled over Adria to th ' Hesperian fields ...
... thence on the snowy top Of cold Olympus rul'd the middle air , Their highest heaven ; or on the Delphian cliff , Or in Dodona , and through all the bounds Of Doric land ; or who with Saturn old Fled over Adria to th ' Hesperian fields ...
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عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Adam agni angels arms Atque aught behold bliss call'd Chor cloud Dagon dark death deep delight didst divine doth dread dwell earth Edition eternal ev'ning evil eyes fair Father fear flow'rs French morocco fruit gilt edges giv'n glory Gods grace hand happy hast hath heard heart heav'n heav'nly hell hill honour ipse Israel king Leicester Square lest light light fantastic live Lord Lord Brackley Lycidas MARY COWDEN CLARKE mihi morn night numina Nymph o'er paradise Paradise Lost pass'd peace pleas'd praise quæ rais'd reign reply'd return'd round Satan seem'd serpent shade shalt sight Son of God song soon spake spirits stood strength sweet taste thee thence thine things thither thou thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi tree turn'd ulmo vex'd virtue voice wand'ring whence wings
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 56 - 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.
الصفحة 522 - May Morning Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail bounteous May that dost inspire Mirth and youth, and warm desire; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
الصفحة 470 - Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due ; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer. Who would not sing for Lycidas ? he knew 10 Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear.
الصفحة 472 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise 70 (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with th' abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life. But not the praise...
الصفحة 96 - Glistering with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild ; then, silent night, With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon, And these the gems of Heaven, her starry train...
الصفحة 115 - Rising or falling still advance his praise. 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.
الصفحة xxxix - Extort from me. To bow and sue for grace With suppliant knee, and deify his power Who, from the terror of this arm, so late Doubted his empire — that were low indeed ; That were an ignominy...
الصفحة 484 - And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain. These pleasures, Melancholy, give, And I with thee will choose to live.
الصفحة 489 - Where the great Sun begins his state Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
الصفحة 476 - And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes. Now, Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more; Henceforth thou art the Genius of the shore, In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood.