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tion ; for he was no less visited to the last both by his own countrymen and
foreigners , than he had been in his flourishing condition before the Restoration .
Some objections have indeed been made to his temper ; and I remember there
was a ...
tion ; for he was no less visited to the last both by his own countrymen and
foreigners , than he had been in his flourishing condition before the Restoration .
Some objections have indeed been made to his temper ; and I remember there
was a ...
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Yet as I read , soon growing less severe , I lik'd his project , the success did fear ;
Through that wide field how he his way should find , O'er which lame faith leads
understanding blind ; Lest he perplex'd the things he would explain , And what ...
Yet as I read , soon growing less severe , I lik'd his project , the success did fear ;
Through that wide field how he his way should find , O'er which lame faith leads
understanding blind ; Lest he perplex'd the things he would explain , And what ...
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... here Nature first begins Her farthest verge , and Chaos to retire As froin her
outmost works a broken foe With tumult less and with less hostile din , 1049 That
Satan with less toil , and now with ease Wafts on the calmer wave hy dubious
light ...
... here Nature first begins Her farthest verge , and Chaos to retire As froin her
outmost works a broken foe With tumult less and with less hostile din , 1049 That
Satan with less toil , and now with ease Wafts on the calmer wave hy dubious
light ...
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What could be less than to afford him praise , The easiest recompence , and pay
him thanks , How due ! yet all his good prov'd ill in me , And wrought but malice ;
lifted up so high I'sdein'd subjection , and thought one step higher 50 Would set ...
What could be less than to afford him praise , The easiest recompence , and pay
him thanks , How due ! yet all his good prov'd ill in me , And wrought but malice ;
lifted up so high I'sdein'd subjection , and thought one step higher 50 Would set ...
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... But follow straight , invisibly thus led ? Till I espy'd thee , fair indeed and tall ,
Under a platan ; yet methought less fair , Less winning soft , less amiably mild ,
Than that smooth wat ry image : backi turn'd ; BOOK IV . ] 245 PARADISE LOST .
... But follow straight , invisibly thus led ? Till I espy'd thee , fair indeed and tall ,
Under a platan ; yet methought less fair , Less winning soft , less amiably mild ,
Than that smooth wat ry image : backi turn'd ; BOOK IV . ] 245 PARADISE LOST .
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Էջ 139 - 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, heav'nly Muse...
Էջ 272 - 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.
Էջ 146 - Created hugest that swim the 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 Moors by his side under the lee, while night Invests the sea, and wished morn delays...
Էջ 256 - Of human offspring, sole propriety In Paradise of all things common else. By thee adulterous lust was driven from men Among the bestial herds to range, by thee Founded in reason, loyal, just, and pure, Relations dear, and all the charities Of father, son, and brother first were known.
Էջ 140 - 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...
Էջ 253 - But neither breath of morn, when she ascends With charm of earliest birds; nor rising sun On this delightful land; nor herb, fruit, flower, Glistering with dew; nor fragrance after showers; Nor grateful evening mild; nor silent night, With this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon, Or glittering starlight, without thee is sweet But wherefore all night long shine these?
Էջ 188 - Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death, A universe of death ; which God by curse Created evil, for evil only good ; Where all life dies, death lives, and nature breeds, Perverse, all monstrous, all prodigious things, Abominable, inutterable, and worse Than fables yet have feigned, or fear conceived, Gorgons, and hydras, and chimeras dire.
Էջ 170 - The way seems difficult and steep to scale With upright wing against a higher foe. Let such bethink them, if the sleepy drench Of that forgetful lake benumb not still, That in our proper motion we ascend Up to our native seat : descent and fall To us is adverse.
Էջ 165 - Indian mount, or fairy elves, Whose midnight revels, by a forest side, Or fountain, some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress, and nearer to the earth Wheels her pale course ; they, on their mirth and dance Intent, with jocund music charm his ear ; At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds.
Էջ 190 - The other shape, If shape it might be call'd that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb ; Or substance might be call'd that shadow seem'd, For each seem'd either: black it stood as night, Fierce as ten furies, terrible as Hell, And shook a dreadful dart ; what seem'd his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on.
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