Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve BooksJacob Tonson in the Strand, 1826 - 350 من الصفحات |
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... deep . Which action passed over , the Poem hastens into the midst of things , presenting Satan with his Angels now falling into Hell , described here , not in the centre ( for Heaven and Earth may be supposed as yet not made , certainly ...
... deep . Which action passed over , the Poem hastens into the midst of things , presenting Satan with his Angels now falling into Hell , described here , not in the centre ( for Heaven and Earth may be supposed as yet not made , certainly ...
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... deep tract of Hell ; say first , what cause Moved our grand Parents , in that happy state , Favour'd of Heaven so highly , to fall off From their Creator , and transgress his will For one restraint , lords of the world besides ? Who ...
... deep tract of Hell ; say first , what cause Moved our grand Parents , in that happy state , Favour'd of Heaven so highly , to fall off From their Creator , and transgress his will For one restraint , lords of the world besides ? Who ...
الصفحة 6
... pain , Vaunting aloud , but rack'd with deep despair : And him thus answer'd soon his bold compeer . O Prince , O Chief of many throned Powers 125 That led the embattled Seraphim to war Under thy conduct PARADISE LOST . B. T.
... pain , Vaunting aloud , but rack'd with deep despair : And him thus answer'd soon his bold compeer . O Prince , O Chief of many throned Powers 125 That led the embattled Seraphim to war Under thy conduct PARADISE LOST . B. T.
الصفحة 7
... deep ; 150 What can it then avail , though yet we feel Strength undiminish'd , or eternal being , To undergo eternal punishment ? 155 Whereto with speedy words the Archfiend replied . Fallen cherub ! to be weak is miserable , Doing or ...
... deep ; 150 What can it then avail , though yet we feel Strength undiminish'd , or eternal being , To undergo eternal punishment ? 155 Whereto with speedy words the Archfiend replied . Fallen cherub ! to be weak is miserable , Doing or ...
الصفحة 8
... 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 seat of desolation , void of light , 180 Save what the glimmering of these livid flames ...
... 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 seat of desolation , void of light , 180 Save what the glimmering of these livid flames ...
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Adam Almighty Angels answer'd appear'd Archangel arm'd arms 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 nigh 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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الصفحة 56 - And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. So much the rather thou, celestial Light, Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate ; there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight.
الصفحة 210 - 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 76 - O thou that, with surpassing glory crowned, Look'st from thy sole dominion like the god Of this new World — at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminished 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 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.
الصفحة 107 - 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. 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.
الصفحة 3 - OF Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste Brought death into the world, and all our woe, With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Restore us, and regain the blissful seat, Sing, heavenly muse, that on the secret top Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire That shepherd, who first taught the chosen seed, In the beginning, how the heavens and earth Rose out of chaos...
الصفحة 81 - But rather to tell how, — if art could tell,— How from that sapphire fount the crisped brooks, Rolling on orient pearl and sands of gold, With mazy error under pendent shades Ran nectar, visiting each plant, and fed Flowers worthy...
الصفحة 50 - O'er bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare, With head, hands, wings, or feet, pursues his way, And swims, or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies.
الصفحة 11 - Over the burning marie, not like those steps On heaven's azure ; and the torrid clime Smote on him sore besides, vaulted with fire.
الصفحة 85 - Ah, gentle pair, ye little think how nigh Your change approaches, when all these delights Will vanish and deliver ye to woe, More woe, the more your taste is now of joy...