Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve BooksJacob Tonson in the Strand, 1826 - 350 էջ |
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... king , And put to proof his high supremacy , 130 Whether upheld by strength , or chance , or fate ; Too well I see and rue the dire event , That with sad overthrow , and foul defeat , 135 Hath lost us Heaven , and all this mighty host ...
... king , And put to proof his high supremacy , 130 Whether upheld by strength , or chance , or fate ; Too well I see and rue the dire event , That with sad overthrow , and foul defeat , 135 Hath lost us Heaven , and all this mighty host ...
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... king , besmear'd with blood Of human sacrifice , and parents ' tears ; Though , for the noise of drums and timbrels loud , 385 390 Their children's cries unheard , that pass'd though fire , 2 PARADISE LOST . 13 The heads and leaders ...
... king , besmear'd with blood Of human sacrifice , and parents ' tears ; Though , for the noise of drums and timbrels loud , 385 390 Their children's cries unheard , that pass'd though fire , 2 PARADISE LOST . 13 The heads and leaders ...
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... king , whose heart , though large , Beguiled by fair idolatresses , fell To idols foul . Thammuz came next behind , Whose annual wound in Lebanon allured The Syrian damsels to lament his fate In amorous ditties all a summer's day ...
... king , whose heart , though large , Beguiled by fair idolatresses , fell To idols foul . Thammuz came next behind , Whose annual wound in Lebanon allured The Syrian damsels to lament his fate In amorous ditties all a summer's day ...
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... king ; Ahaz , his sottish conqueror , whom he drew God's altar to disparage , and displace , For one of Syrian mode , whereon to burn His odious offerings , and adore the Gods 475 Whom he had vanquish'd . After these appear'd A crew ...
... king ; Ahaz , his sottish conqueror , whom he drew God's altar to disparage , and displace , For one of Syrian mode , whereon to burn His odious offerings , and adore the Gods 475 Whom he had vanquish'd . After these appear'd A crew ...
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... kings , Learn how their greatest monuments of fame , And strength , and art , are easily outdone By Spirits reprobate , and in an hour , What in an age they with incessant toil 690 695 700 And hands innumerable scarce perform . Nigh on ...
... kings , Learn how their greatest monuments of fame , And strength , and art , are easily outdone By Spirits reprobate , and in an hour , What in an age they with incessant toil 690 695 700 And hands innumerable scarce perform . Nigh on ...
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Adam Almighty Angels answer'd appear'd Archangel arm'd arms 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 nigh 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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Էջ 56 - 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, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight.
Էջ 210 - So saying, her rash hand, in evil hour, Forth reaching to the fruit, she pluck'd, she eat: Earth felt the wound; and Nature from her seat, Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe That all was lost.
Էջ 76 - O thou that, with surpassing glory crowned, Look'st from thy sole dominion like the god Of this new World — at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminished 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 107 - Angels; for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in Heaven, On earth join, all ye creatures, to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end. 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 3 - 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, heavenly 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 heavens and earth Rose out of chaos...
Էջ 81 - But rather to tell how, — if art could tell,— How from that sapphire fount the crisped brooks, Rolling on orient pearl and sands of gold, With mazy error under pendent shades Ran nectar, visiting each plant, and fed Flowers worthy...
Էջ 50 - O'er bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare, With head, hands, wings, or feet, pursues his way, And swims, or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies.
Էջ 11 - Over the burning marie, not like those steps On heaven's azure ; and the torrid clime Smote on him sore besides, vaulted with fire.
Էջ 85 - Ah, gentle pair, ye little think how nigh Your change approaches, when all these delights Will vanish and deliver ye to woe, More woe, the more your taste is now of joy...