Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve BooksL. Coffin, 1831 - 294 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 20
... sons of Heaven Thither , if but to pry , shall be perhaps Our first eruption ; thither or elsewhere : For this infernal pit shall never hold Celestial Spirits in bondage , nor the abyss Long under darkness cover . Full counsel must ...
... sons of Heaven Thither , if but to pry , shall be perhaps Our first eruption ; thither or elsewhere : For this infernal pit shall never hold Celestial Spirits in bondage , nor the abyss Long under darkness cover . Full counsel must ...
الصفحة 24
... sons , Now less than smallest dwarfs , in narrow room Throng numberless , like that Pygmean race Beyond the Indian mount : or fairy elves , Whose midnight revels , by a forest side Or fountain , some belated peasant sees 775 760 Or ...
... sons , Now less than smallest dwarfs , in narrow room Throng numberless , like that Pygmean race Beyond the Indian mount : or fairy elves , Whose midnight revels , by a forest side Or fountain , some belated peasant sees 775 760 Or ...
الصفحة 35
... sons , Hurl'd headlong to partake with us , shall curse Their frail original , and faded bliss , 375 Faded so soon . Advise , if this be worth Attempting , or to sit in darkness here Hatching vain empires . Thus Beelzebub Pleaded his ...
... sons , Hurl'd headlong to partake with us , shall curse Their frail original , and faded bliss , 375 Faded so soon . Advise , if this be worth Attempting , or to sit in darkness here Hatching vain empires . Thus Beelzebub Pleaded his ...
الصفحة 43
... Son except , Created thing nought valued he , nor shunn'd ; And with disdainful look thus first began : 675 680 685 691 ... sons Conjured against the Highest ; for which both thou And they , outcast from God , are here condemn'd To waste ...
... Son except , Created thing nought valued he , nor shunn'd ; And with disdainful look thus first began : 675 680 685 691 ... sons Conjured against the Highest ; for which both thou And they , outcast from God , are here condemn'd To waste ...
الصفحة 44
... Son ? What fury , O Son ! Possesses thee to bend that mortal dart Against thy father's head ? and know'st for whom ; For him who sits above , and laughs the while At thee ordain'd his drudge ; to execute Whate'er his wrath , which he ...
... Son ? What fury , O Son ! Possesses thee to bend that mortal dart Against thy father's head ? and know'st for whom ; For him who sits above , and laughs the while At thee ordain'd his drudge ; to execute Whate'er his wrath , which he ...
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Adam Almighty Angels answer'd appear'd Archangel arm'd arms aught 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 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 107 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty! thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair : 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.
الصفحة 23 - From heaven, they fabled, thrown by angry Jove Sheer o'er the crystal battlements : from morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, A summer's day ; and with the setting sun Dropt from the zenith like a falling star...
الصفحة 4 - And mad'st it pregnant: What in me is dark, Illumine; what is low, raise and support; That to the height of this great argument I may assert Eternal Providence, 25 And justify the ways of God to men.
الصفحة 290 - Henceforth, I learn that to obey is best, And love with fear the only God, to walk As in his presence, ever to observe His providence, and on him sole depend...
الصفحة 107 - 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 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 76 - Upon himself; horror and doubt distract His troubled thoughts, and from the bottom stir The hell within him ; for within him hell He brings, and round about him, nor from hell One step, no more than from himself, can fly By change of place...
الصفحة 154 - Urania, and fit audience find, though few. But drive far off the barbarous dissonance Of Bacchus and his revellers, the race Of that wild rout that tore the Thracian bard In Rhodope, where woods and rocks had ears To rapture, till the savage clamour drown'd Both harp and voice ; nor could the Muse defend Her son.
الصفحة 22 - Rose like an exhalation, with the sound Of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet, Built like a temple, where pilasters round Were set, and Doric pillars overlaid With golden architrave ; nor did there want Cornice or frieze, with bossy sculptures graven •, The roof was fretted gold.
الصفحة 76 - O thou, that, with surpassing glory crown'd, Look'st from thy sole dominion, like the god Of this new world ; at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminish'd 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...