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745 T'whom thus the portress of hell - gate replied : ' Hast thou forgot me then ,
and do I seem Now in thine eye so foul ? once deem'd so fair In heav'n , when at
th ' assembly , and in sight Of all the Seraphim with thee combin'd 750 In bold ...
745 T'whom thus the portress of hell - gate replied : ' Hast thou forgot me then ,
and do I seem Now in thine eye so foul ? once deem'd so fair In heav'n , when at
th ' assembly , and in sight Of all the Seraphim with thee combin'd 750 In bold ...
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To whom the great Creator thus replied : “ O Son , in whom my soul hath chief
delight , Son of my bosom , Son who art alone My word , my wisdom , and
effectual might , 170 Ali hast thou spoken as my thoughts are , all As my eternal
purpose ...
To whom the great Creator thus replied : “ O Son , in whom my soul hath chief
delight , Son of my bosom , Son who art alone My word , my wisdom , and
effectual might , 170 Ali hast thou spoken as my thoughts are , all As my eternal
purpose ...
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... and this glory next to thee Freely put off , and for him lastly die 240 Well pleas'd
; on me let Death wreak all his rage ; Under his gloomy pow'r I shall not long Lie
vanquish'd ; thou hast giv'n me to possess Life in myself for ev'r ; by thee I live ...
... and this glory next to thee Freely put off , and for him lastly die 240 Well pleas'd
; on me let Death wreak all his rage ; Under his gloomy pow'r I shall not long Lie
vanquish'd ; thou hast giv'n me to possess Life in myself for ev'r ; by thee I live ...
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Because thou hast , though thron'd in highest bliss 305 Equal to God , and
equally enjoying God - like fruition , quitted all , to save A world from utter loss ,
and hast been found By merit more than birthright Son of God , Found worthiest
to be so ...
Because thou hast , though thron'd in highest bliss 305 Equal to God , and
equally enjoying God - like fruition , quitted all , to save A world from utter loss ,
and hast been found By merit more than birthright Son of God , Found worthiest
to be so ...
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Thou hadst : whom hast thou then or what to accuse , But heav'n's free love dealt
equally to all ? Be then his love accurs'd , since love or hate , To me alike , it
deals eternal woe . 70 Nay , curs'd be thou ; since against his thy will Chose
freely ...
Thou hadst : whom hast thou then or what to accuse , But heav'n's free love dealt
equally to all ? Be then his love accurs'd , since love or hate , To me alike , it
deals eternal woe . 70 Nay , curs'd be thou ; since against his thy will Chose
freely ...
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Էջ 278 - That to the faithful herdman's art belongs ! What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw ; The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread : Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said : But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Էջ 6 - Fiend Was moving toward the shore ; his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast. The broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views At evening, from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, 290 Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
Էջ 314 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which...
Էջ 278 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.
Էջ 280 - Haste thee Nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks...
Էջ 285 - And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves...
Էջ 73 - Rising or falling still advance his praise. His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
Էջ 36 - Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song ; but chief Thee, Sion, and the flowery brooks beneath, That wash thy hallowed feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit...
Էջ 62 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening" mild; then silent night With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train...
Էջ 281 - While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
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| Վերնագիր | The Poetical Works of John Milton |
| Հեղինակ | John Milton |
| Հրատարակիչ | E. Fleischer, 1834 |
| Original from | Կալիֆորնիայի համալսարան |
| Digitized | 6 Դեկտեմբեր 2007 |
| Length | 392 էջ |
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