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... advance Thy miscreated front athwart my way To yonder gates ? through them
I mean to pass , That be assur'd , without leave asks of thee : 685 Retire , or taste
thy folly , and learn by proof , Hell - born , not to contend with Spirits of heaven .
... advance Thy miscreated front athwart my way To yonder gates ? through them
I mean to pass , That be assur'd , without leave asks of thee : 685 Retire , or taste
thy folly , and learn by proof , Hell - born , not to contend with Spirits of heaven .
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She spake , and at her words the hellish pest 735 Forbore ; then these to her
Satån return'd : “ So strange thy outcry , and thy words so strange Thou
interposest , that my sudden hand , Prevented , spares to tell thee yet by deeds
What it ...
She spake , and at her words the hellish pest 735 Forbore ; then these to her
Satån return'd : “ So strange thy outcry , and thy words so strange Thou
interposest , that my sudden hand , Prevented , spares to tell thee yet by deeds
What it ...
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10 HAIL , holy Light ! offspring of heav'n first - born , Or of th ' 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 effluence of
bright ...
10 HAIL , holy Light ! offspring of heav'n first - born , Or of th ' 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 effluence of
bright ...
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That be from thee far , That far be from thee , Father , who art Judge Of all things
made , and judgest only right . 155 Or shall the adversary thus obtain His end ,
and frustrate thine ? shall he fulfil His malice , and thy goodness bring to naught ...
That be from thee far , That far be from thee , Father , who art Judge Of all things
made , and judgest only right . 155 Or shall the adversary thus obtain His end ,
and frustrate thine ? shall he fulfil His malice , and thy goodness bring to naught ...
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Thou , at the sight Pleas'd , out of heaven shalt look down and smile , While , by
thee rais'd , I ruin all my foes , Death last , and with his carcase glut the grave :
Then , with the multitude of my redeem'd , Shall enter hcav'n , long absent , and ...
Thou , at the sight Pleas'd , out of heaven shalt look down and smile , While , by
thee rais'd , I ruin all my foes , Death last , and with his carcase glut the grave :
Then , with the multitude of my redeem'd , Shall enter hcav'n , long absent , and ...
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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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