Milton's Paradise lost, books i. and ii., Comus, Lycidas, Il penseroso, and L'allegro, with intr., notes and glossary by J.G. Davis1874 |
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... Satan with his angels now fallen into hell , described here , not in the centre , for Heaven and Earth may be supposed as yet not made , certainly not yet accursed , but in a place of utter dark- ness , fitliest called Chaos : Here Satan ...
... Satan with his angels now fallen into hell , described here , not in the centre , for Heaven and Earth may be supposed as yet not made , certainly not yet accursed , but in a place of utter dark- ness , fitliest called Chaos : Here Satan ...
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... Satan , with bold words Breaking the horrid silence , thus began : If thou beest he ; but oh , how fallen ! how changed From him , who in the happy realms of light , Clothed with transcendent brightness , didst outshine Myriads , though ...
... Satan , with bold words Breaking the horrid silence , thus began : If thou beest he ; but oh , how fallen ! how changed From him , who in the happy realms of light , Clothed with transcendent brightness , didst outshine Myriads , though ...
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... Satan , talking to his nearest mate , With head uplift above the wave , and eyes That sparkling blazed ; his other parts besides Prone on the flood , extended long and large , Lay floating many a rood ; in bulk as huge As whom the ...
... Satan , talking to his nearest mate , With head uplift above the wave , and eyes That sparkling blazed ; his other parts besides Prone on the flood , extended long and large , Lay floating many a rood ; in bulk as huge As whom the ...
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... once more With rallied arms to try what may be yet Regain'd in heaven , or what more lost in hell ? So Satan spake , and him Beëlzebub 260 265 270 Thus answer'd : Leader of those armies bright , Which BOOK I. ] 15 PARADISE LOST .
... once more With rallied arms to try what may be yet Regain'd in heaven , or what more lost in hell ? So Satan spake , and him Beëlzebub 260 265 270 Thus answer'd : Leader of those armies bright , Which BOOK I. ] 15 PARADISE LOST .
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... Satan and his peers : their summons call'd From every band and squared regiment By place or choice the worthiest ; they anon With hundreds and with thousands trooping came 760 Attended all access was throng'd , the gates And porches ...
... Satan and his peers : their summons call'd From every band and squared regiment By place or choice the worthiest ; they anon With hundreds and with thousands trooping came 760 Attended all access was throng'd , the gates And porches ...
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16 Maps Æneid ancient angels Anglo-Saxon Argob arms ATLAS battle Belial bright call'd Chaos CHEMISTRY cloth lettered clouds Comp Comus dance dark deep doth dread earth Edinburgh Edinburgh University eternal Europe eyes Faerie Queene fair Fcap fear fierce fire flames French Glasgow glory goddess gods golden Gray Greek hath heaven hell Henry Evers Herriot Hill highth horrid IL PENSEROSO immortal infernal isle J. H. Balfour Jove King L'Allegro Lady Latin Leonhard Schmitz light LL.D Locrine London Lycidas Milton Moloch moon mortal Muse night nymph o'er pain Paradise Lost PHYSICAL GEOGRAPHY Physical Map Plymouth poet queen reign round Samson Agonistes Satan seem'd Shakespeare shape shepherd Sibmah sing song Spenser spirits Standard star stood stream Stygian sweet Thammuz thee thence thou thoughts throne Verbs vex'd virgin virtue Vols wandering winds wings wood word World-shewing
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الصفحة 83 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine ; Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage. But O, sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower ? Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what love did seek.
الصفحة 19 - Ran purple to the sea, supposed with blood Of Thammuz yearly wounded : the love-tale Infected Sion's daughters with like heat, Whose wanton passions in the sacred porch Ezekiel saw, when, by the vision led, His eye surveyed the dark idolatries Of alienated Judah.
الصفحة 56 - Was I deceived, or did a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night ? I did not err : there does a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night, And casts a gleam over this tufted grove.
الصفحة 76 - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. 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.
الصفحة 82 - Come, but keep thy wonted state, With even step and musing gait, And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes: There, held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till With a sad leaden downward cast, Thou fix them on the earth as fast...
الصفحة 80 - Oaks and rills, While the still morn went out with Sandals gray, He touched the tender stops of various Quills, With eager thought warbling his Doric lay...
الصفحة 85 - HENCE, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn, 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings And the night-raven sings ; There under ebon shades, and low-browed rocks As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
الصفحة 79 - Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.' Return, Alpheus ; the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.
الصفحة 28 - High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind, Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand Show'rs on her kings barbaric pearl and gold...
الصفحة 79 - Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake Creep and intrude and climb into the fold! Of other care they little reckoning make Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths!