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Thou hast not miss'd one thought that could be fit , And all that was improper dost
omit : So that no room is here for writers left , But to detect their ignorance or theft .
That majesty which through thy work doth reign , Draws the devout , deterring ...
Thou hast not miss'd one thought that could be fit , And all that was improper dost
omit : So that no room is here for writers left , But to detect their ignorance or theft .
That majesty which through thy work doth reign , Draws the devout , deterring ...
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680 Whence and what art thou , execrable shape , That dar'st , though grim and
terrible , advance Thy miscreated front athwart my way To yonder gates ?
Through them I mean to pass , That be assured , without leave ask'd of thee :
Retire , or ...
680 Whence and what art thou , execrable shape , That dar'st , though grim and
terrible , advance Thy miscreated front athwart my way To yonder gates ?
Through them I mean to pass , That be assured , without leave ask'd of thee :
Retire , or ...
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Dear Daughter , since thou claim'st me for thy sire , And my fair son here show'st
me , the dear pledge Of dalliance had with thee in Heav'n , and joys Then sweet ,
now sad to mention , through dire change Befail'n us unforeseen , unthought of ...
Dear Daughter , since thou claim'st me for thy sire , And my fair son here show'st
me , the dear pledge Of dalliance had with thee in Heav'n , and joys Then sweet ,
now sad to mention , through dire change Befail'n us unforeseen , unthought of ...
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... Eternal coeternal beam May I express thee ' unblam'd ? Since God is light ,
And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity , dwelt then in thee ,
Bright eMuence of bright essence increate , VOL . I. S 19 29 Or hear'st thou rather
pure ...
... Eternal coeternal beam May I express thee ' unblam'd ? Since God is light ,
And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity , dwelt then in thee ,
Bright eMuence of bright essence increate , VOL . I. S 19 29 Or hear'st thou rather
pure ...
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Thou wilt not leave me in the loathsome grave His prey , nor suffer my unspotted
soul For ever with corruption there to dwell ; But I shall rise victorious , and
subdue 250 My vanquisher , spoil'd of his vaunted spoil ; Death his death's
wound ...
Thou wilt not leave me in the loathsome grave His prey , nor suffer my unspotted
soul For ever with corruption there to dwell ; But I shall rise victorious , and
subdue 250 My vanquisher , spoil'd of his vaunted spoil ; Death his death's
wound ...
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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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| Վերնագիր | Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books. The Author John Milton. Printed from the Text of Tonson's Correct Edition of 1711. A New Edition, with Notes and the Life of the Author, in Three Volumes, by Thomas Newton, ... Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books. The Author John Milton. Printed from the Text of Tonson's Correct Edition of 1711. A New Edition, with Notes and the Life of the Author, in Three Volumes, by Thomas Newton, John Milton |
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| Digitized | 25 Սեպտեմբեր 2006 |
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