Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve Books

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Septimus Prowett, 1829 - 332 էջ

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Էջ 55 - 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. So much the rather thou, celestial Light, Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate ; there plant eyes,
Էջ 8 - what I should be; all but less than he Whom thunder hath made greater ? Here at least We shall be free; the Almighty hath not built Here for his envy; will not drive us hence : Here we may reign secure, and, in my choice, To reign is worth ambition, though in Hell: Better to reign in
Էջ 300 - To the subjected plain , then disappear'd. They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand; the gate With dreadful faces throng'd, and fiery arms: Some natural tears they dropp'd, but wiped them soon : The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest and providence
Էջ 17 - or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monare.hs. Darken'd so, yet shone Above them all the Arch-Angel: but his face Deep scars of thunder had entrench'd ; and care Sat on his faded
Էջ 6 - ocean stream : Him, haply, slumbering on the Norway foam, The pilot of some small night-founder'd skiff Deeming some island, oft, as seamen tell, With fixed anchor in his scaly rind, Moots by his side under the lee, while night Invests the sea, and wished morn delays: So stretch'd out huge in length the Arch-Fiend lay,
Էջ 31 - up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated night, Devoid of sense and motion ? And who know?, Let this be good, whether our angry Foe Can give it, or will ever 1 How he can, Is doubtful; that he never will, is sure. Will he, so wise, let loose at once his ire, Belike
Էջ 40 - free will, foreknowledge absolute, And found no end, in wandering mazes lost. Of good and evil much they argued then, Of happiness and final misery', Passion and apathy, and glory and shame ,Vain wisdom all, and false philosophy; Yet with a pleasing sorcery, could charm Pain for a while or
Էջ 2 - revolt? The infernal serpent! he it was, whose guile, Stirr'd up with envy and revenge, deceiv'd The mother of mankind, what time his pride Had cast him out from Heaven, with all his host Of rebel Angels; by whose aid aspiring To set himself in glory above his peers, He trusted to have
Էջ 197 - from each thing met conceives delight: The smell of grain, or tedded grass or kine, Or dairy, each rural sight, each rural sound ; If chance, with nymph-like step, fair virgin pass, What pleasing seem'd, for her now pleases more. She most, and in her look sums all delight; Such pleasure took the Serpent to behold This
Էջ 16 - Of Phlegra with the heroic race were join'd That fought at Thebes and Ilium, on each side Mix'd with auxiliar Gods ; and what resounds In fable or romance of Uther's son, Begirt with British and Armoric knights; And all who since, baptized or infidel, Jousted in Aspramont, or Montalban, Damasco, or Marocco, or Trebisond Or whom Biserta

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