 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
 | Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh - 1819 - 464 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 u ill ever .' how he can, Is doubtful;... | |
 | William Scott - 1820 - 434 էջ
...pain, this intellectual being, Those thoughts that wander through eternity. To perish raihtr, swallow'd up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated night, Devoid...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 h^... | |
 | William Scott - 1820 - 398 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 toe Can give it, or will ever ? How he can, Is doubtful;... | |
 | William Scott - 1820 - 408 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;... | |
 | 1826 - 520 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 1' Though we are aware, that we have from its intended application, yet it is distorted this passage... | |
 | John Milton - 1821 - 346 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,... | |
 | British poets - 1822 - 302 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;... | |
 | 1822 - 292 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 1 and who knows, Let this be good, whether our angry foe Can give it, or will ever? how he can, Is... | |
 | John Milton - 1823 - 306 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;... | |
 | William Scott - 1823 - 396 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 ? And who knows, Let this be good, whether our angry foe Can give it, or will ever ? How he can, Is doubtful;... | |
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