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As when the potent Rod Of AMRAM's fon , in ÆGYPT's evil day , Wav'd round the coaft , up call'd a pitchy cloud 340 Of locufts , warping on the eastern wind , That o'er the realm of impious PHARAOH hung Like night , and darken'd all the ...
As when the potent Rod Of AMRAM's fon , in ÆGYPT's evil day , Wav'd round the coaft , up call'd a pitchy cloud 340 Of locufts , warping on the eastern wind , That o'er the realm of impious PHARAOH hung Like night , and darken'd all the ...
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This deep world Of darkness do we dread ? how oft amidst Thick clouds and dark , doth heav'n's all - ruling Sire Chufe to refide , his glory unobfcur'd ? And with the majesty of darkness round Covers his throne ; from whence deep ...
This deep world Of darkness do we dread ? how oft amidst Thick clouds and dark , doth heav'n's all - ruling Sire Chufe to refide , his glory unobfcur'd ? And with the majesty of darkness round Covers his throne ; from whence deep ...
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Thus they their doubtful confultations dark Ended , rejoicing in their matchless Chief : As when from mountain - tops the dusky clouds Afcending , while the north - wind fleeps , o'er - fpread Heav'n's chearful face , the low'ring ...
Thus they their doubtful confultations dark Ended , rejoicing in their matchless Chief : As when from mountain - tops the dusky clouds Afcending , while the north - wind fleeps , o'er - fpread Heav'n's chearful face , the low'ring ...
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As when , to warn proud cities , war appears Wag'd in the troubled sky , and armies rufh To battle in the clouds ; before each van Prick forth the aery knights , and couch their fpears . Till thickest legions clofe ; with feats of arms ...
As when , to warn proud cities , war appears Wag'd in the troubled sky , and armies rufh To battle in the clouds ; before each van Prick forth the aery knights , and couch their fpears . Till thickest legions clofe ; with feats of arms ...
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As when far off at fea a fleet defcry'd , Hangs in the clouds , by Equinoctial winds Clofe failing from BENGALA , or the isles Of TERNATE , and TIDORE , whence merchants bring Their fpicy drugs : they on the trading flood Through the ...
As when far off at fea a fleet defcry'd , Hangs in the clouds , by Equinoctial winds Clofe failing from BENGALA , or the isles Of TERNATE , and TIDORE , whence merchants bring Their fpicy drugs : they on the trading flood Through the ...
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ADAM angel appear arms behold Book bounds bright bring call'd cloud coming created creatures dark death deep delight divine dreadful dwell earth equal eternal evil eyes fair faith fall FATHER fear feat feem'd felf fell fhall fide field fight fince fire firft firſt flood fome fons foon foul fpake fpirits fruit ftill fuch glory Gods grace hand happy hath head heard heart heav'n heav'nly hell hill hope human king knowledge land leave lefs light live loft looks meet mind morn nature never night once pain Paradife peace perhaps pow'r reafon receive reign reply'd rife round SATAN thee thefe thence theſe things thofe thoſe thou thoughts throne till tree virtue voice whofe wide winds wings
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Page 62 - Those other two equalled with me in fate, So were I equalled with them in renown, Blind Thamyris and blind Maeonides, And Tiresias and Phineus, prophets old. Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note.
Page 3 - 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.
Page 289 - Rather than solid virtue; all but a rib Crooked by nature, bent, as now appears, More to the part sinister; from me drawn, Well if thrown out, as supernumerary To my just number found. O! why did God, Creator wise, that peopled highest heaven With spirits masculine, create at last This novelty on earth, this fair defect Of nature, and not fill the world at once With men, as angels, without feminine; Or find some other way to generate Mankind?
Page 89 - Me miserable! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair ? Which way I fly is hell; myself am hell; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep Still threatening to devour me opens wide, To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.
Page 19 - Arch-Angel : but his face Deep scars of thunder had intrench'd ; and care Sat on his faded cheek, but under brows Of dauntless courage, and considerate pride Waiting revenge : cruel his eye, but cast Signs of remorse and passion, to behold The fellows of his crime, the followers rather (Far other once beheld in bliss), condemn'd For ever now to have their lot in pain...
Page 217 - She disappear'd, and left me dark: I wak'd To find her, or for ever to deplore Her loss, and other pleasures all abjure...
Page 226 - Nor skill'd nor studious higher argument Remains, sufficient of itself to raise That name, unless an age too late, or cold Climate, or years, damp my intended wing Depress'd, and much they may, if all be mine, Not hers who brings it nightly to my ear.
Page 23 - 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, the Aegean isle.
Page 94 - Flowers worthy of Paradise, which not nice Art In beds and curious knots, but Nature boon Pour'd forth profuse on hill, and dale, and plain...
Page 136 - Time may come, when Men With Angels may participate, and find No inconvenient diet, nor too light fare; And from these corporal nutriments perhaps Your bodies may at last turn all to spirit...
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| Title | Paradise lost, a poem. 2nd Scots ed |
| Author | John Milton |
| Published | 1746 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | Sep 25, 2006 |
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