Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve BooksJacob Tonson in the Strand, 1826 - 350 من الصفحات |
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... rise ; their numbers ; array of battle ; their chief leaders named , ac- cording to the idols known afterwards in Canaan and the coun- tries adjoining . To these Satan directs speech , comforts them with hope yet of regaining Heaven ...
... rise ; their numbers ; array of battle ; their chief leaders named , ac- cording to the idols known afterwards in Canaan and the coun- tries adjoining . To these Satan directs speech , comforts them with hope yet of regaining Heaven ...
الصفحة 17
... old Night . All in a moment through the gloom were seen Ten thousand banners rise into the air With orient colours waving with them rose 545 A forest huge of spears ; and thronging helms Appear'd 2 * PARADISE LOST . 17.
... old Night . All in a moment through the gloom were seen Ten thousand banners rise into the air With orient colours waving with them rose 545 A forest huge of spears ; and thronging helms Appear'd 2 * PARADISE LOST . 17.
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... rising will appear More glorious and more dread than from no fall , And trust themselves to fear no second fate . Me though just right and the fix'd laws of Heaven Did first create your Leader ; next , free choice , With what besides ...
... rising will appear More glorious and more dread than from no fall , And trust themselves to fear no second fate . Me though just right and the fix'd laws of Heaven Did first create your Leader ; next , free choice , With what besides ...
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... wing Scout far and wide into the realm of night , Scorning surprise . Or could we break our way By force , and at our heels all Hell should rise 135 With blackest insurrection , to confound Heaven's purest light ; 28 B. II . PARADISE LOST .
... wing Scout far and wide into the realm of night , Scorning surprise . Or could we break our way By force , and at our heels all Hell should rise 135 With blackest insurrection , to confound Heaven's purest light ; 28 B. II . PARADISE LOST .
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... rise By policy , and long procéss of time , In emulation opposite to Heaven . Which when Beelzebub perceived , than whom Satan except none higher sat , with grave Aspéct he rose , and in his rising seem'd A pillar of state ; deep on his ...
... rise By policy , and long procéss of time , In emulation opposite to Heaven . Which when Beelzebub perceived , than whom Satan except none higher sat , with grave Aspéct he rose , and in his rising seem'd A pillar of state ; deep on his ...
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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...