 up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated night, Devoid of sense and motion ? And who know?, Let this be good, whether our angry Foe Can give it, or will ever 1 How he can, Is doubtful; that he never will, is sure. Will he, so wise, let loose at once...  Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve Books - Էջ 31John Milton - 1829 - 332 էջԱմբողջությամբ դիտվող - Այս գրքի մասին
 | John Epy Lovell - 1846 - 540 էջ
...swallowed up and lost In the wide tomb of uncreated night, 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. Will he, so wise, let loose at once his ire,... | |
 | James Caughey - 1847 - 376 էջ
...pain, this intellectual being, Those thoughts that wander through eternity, To perish rather, swallow'd up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated night, Devoid of sense and motion." Which horn of the following dilemma are you inclined to take ? " If your system be true, you have a... | |
 | John Milton - 1847 - 604 էջ
...swallow'd up and lost, In the wide womb of uncreated night, 150 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. Will he, so wise, let loose at once his ire,... | |
 | John Milton - 1848 - 474 էջ
...this intellectual being— Those thoughts that wander through eternity, To perish rather, swallow'd up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated night, 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... | |
 | David Lester RICHARDSON - 1848 - 580 էջ
...pain, this intellectual being, Those thoughts that wander through eternity, To perish rather, swallowed up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated night, Devoid of sense and motion ? J.—Do you remember the lines in the best of Dryden's plays, All for Love ? Oh! that I less could... | |
 | 1889 - 750 էջ
...existence :— Who would lose, Though full of pain, this intellectual being, To perish rather, swallowed up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated Night, Devoid of sense and motion I Those thought. that wander through eternity, Glasgow. Guo, NEILS0F. ‘ JULItTS C.xiia,' III. L—In... | |
 | 1849 - 858 էջ
...intellectual being, Those thoughts that wander through eternity, To perish rather, swallowed up rind lost In the wide womb of uncreated night, Devoid of sense and motion ?" A question put with matchless energy and beauty ! Yet it springs not from love of intellectual being,... | |
 | John Milton - 1850 - 570 էջ
...pain, this intellectual being, Those thoughts that wander through eternity, To perish rather, swallow'd up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated night, 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;... | |
 | John Milton, James Prendeville - 1850 - 452 էջ
...this intellectual being, " Those thoughts that wander through eternity, " To perish rather; swallow'd up and lost " In the wide womb of uncreated night, " Devoid of sense and motion ? 3 And who knows,— " Let this be good, *—whether our angry foe " Can give it, or will ever? How... | |
 | John Milton, John Mitford - 1851 - 450 էջ
...up and loft 2 D In the wide womb of uncreated night, 150 Devoid of fenfe 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 fure. Will he, fo wife, let loofe at once his ire,... | |
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