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Adam againſt Angels arms behold beſt bliſs bounds bring callid chee command created creatures dark darkneſs death deep delight divine doubt dread earth equal eternal evil eyes face fair fall Father fear fell field fight fire firſt force fruit glory Gods gold grace hand happy haſt hath head heard heart heav'n heav'nly hell hill himſelf hope human King knowledge laſt leave leſs light live look mind morn moſt muſt nature never night once pain Paradiſe perhaps pow'r praiſe pure reaſon receive reign reply'd reſt riſe round ſaid Satan ſeem'd ſeems ſelf shade shape ſome ſon ſoon ſpake ſpirits ſtand ſtate ſtill ſtood ſuch ſweet taſte thee thence theſe things thoſe thou thoughts throne tree voice whence whoſe wide winds wings
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Էջ 13 - Almighty hath not built Here for his envy, will not drive us hence: Here we may reign secure, and in my choice To reign is worth ambition though in Hell: Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven.
Էջ 9 - Fallen cherub, to be weak is miserable, Doing or suffering; but of this be sure, To do aught good never will be our task, But ever to do ill our sole delight, As being the contrary to his high will Whom we resist.
Էջ 157 - Hear, all ye angels, progeny of light, Thrones, dominations, princedoms, virtues, powers, Hear my decree, which unrevoked shall stand. This day I have begot whom I declare My only Son, and on this holy hill Him have anointed, whom ye now behold At my right hand ; your head I him appoint ; And by myself have sworn, to him shall bow All knees in heaven, and shall confess him Lord...
Էջ 38 - Devoid of sense and motion? And who knows, Let this be good, whether our angry foe Can give it, or will ever? How he can Is doubtful; that he never will is sure.
Էջ 6 - A dungeon horrible, on all sides round, As one great furnace flamed; yet from those flames No light; but rather darkness visible Served only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes That comes to all, but torture without end Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed With ever-burning sulphur unconsumed.
Էջ 290 - The fig-tree, not that kind for fruit renowned, But such as at this day to Indians known In Malabar or Deccan spreads her arms Branching so broad and long, that in the ground The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow About the mother tree, a pillared shade High overarched, and echoing walks between...
Էջ 73 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Էջ 7 - He with his thunder: and till then who knew The force of those dire arms? yet not for those, Nor what the potent victor in his rage Can else inflict, do I repent or change, Though changed in outward lustre; that fixed mind And high disdain, from sense of injured merit...
Էջ 47 - O Progeny of Heaven, Empyreal Thrones, With reason hath deep silence and demur Seized us, though undismayed : long is the way And hard, that out of Hell leads up to Light...
Էջ 29 - Nor was his name unheard or unador'd In ancient Greece ; and in Ausonian land Men call'd him Mulciber ; and how he fell From Heav'n they fabled, thrown by angry Jove Sheer o'er the crystal battlements : from morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, A summer's day ; and with the setting sun Dropt from the zenith, like a falling star, On Lemnos th...
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| Վերնագիր | Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books. The Last Edition. The Author John Milton Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books. The Last Edition. The Author John Milton, John Milton |
| Հեղինակ | John Milton |
| Հրատարակիչ | Ganeau, 1754 |
| Original from | Օքսֆորդի համալսարան |
| Digitized | 3 Օգոստոս 2006 |
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