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743 T ' whom thus the portress of Hell gate reply'd : Hast thou forgot me then , and do I seem Now in thine eyes so foul ? once deem'd so fair In Heav'n , when at th ' assembly , and in sight Of all the Seraphim with thee combined 750 ...
743 T ' whom thus the portress of Hell gate reply'd : Hast thou forgot me then , and do I seem Now in thine eyes so foul ? once deem'd so fair In Heav'n , when at th ' assembly , and in sight Of all the Seraphim with thee combined 750 ...
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Or , wilt thou thyself Abolish thy creation , and unmake , For him , what for thy glory thou hast made ? so should thy goodness and thy greatness both 165 Be. 135. A difference is here marked in the effect which Homer and Milton ...
Or , wilt thou thyself Abolish thy creation , and unmake , For him , what for thy glory thou hast made ? so should thy goodness and thy greatness both 165 Be. 135. A difference is here marked in the effect which Homer and Milton ...
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To whom the great Creator thus reply'd : O Son , in whom my soul hath chief delight , Son of my bosom , Son who art alone My word , my wisdom , and effectual might , 170 All hast thou spoken as my thoughts are ; all As my eternal ...
To whom the great Creator thus reply'd : O Son , in whom my soul hath chief delight , Son of my bosom , Son who art alone My word , my wisdom , and effectual might , 170 All hast thou spoken as my thoughts are ; all As my eternal ...
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... to thee Freely put off , and for him lastly die 240 Well pleased : on me let Death wreck all his rage : Under his gloomy pow'r I shall not long Lie vanquish'd : thou hast given me to possess Life in myself for ever ; by thee I live.
... to thee Freely put off , and for him lastly die 240 Well pleased : on me let Death wreck all his rage : Under his gloomy pow'r I shall not long Lie vanquish'd : thou hast given me to possess Life in myself for ever ; by thee I live.
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Because thou hast , though throned in highest bliss 305 Equal to God , and equally enjoying God - like fruition , quitted all to save A world from utter loss , and hast been found By merit more than birthright , Son of God , Found ...
Because thou hast , though throned in highest bliss 305 Equal to God , and equally enjoying God - like fruition , quitted all to save A world from utter loss , and hast been found By merit more than birthright , Son of God , Found ...
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Adam Angel appear arms beast behold bliss bounds bright bring cloud created creatures dark death deep delight divine dreadful dwell earth equal eternal evil eyes fair faith fall Father fear field fire force fruit gates glory Gods grace hand happy hast hath head heard heart Heav'n heav'nly Hell hill hope human King knowledge land leave less light live look lost mean Milton mind morn move nature never night once pain Paradise passage peace perhaps pow'r pure raised reason receive rest rise round Satan seat seem'd sense serpent shape side sight soon spake Spirits stand stars stood supposed sweet taste thee thence things thou thoughts throne till tree voice wide winds wings
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Page 296 - They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand, the gate With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms: Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide: They hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.
Page 106 - Nor think, though men were none, That Heaven would want spectators, God want praise. Millions of spiritual creatures walk the Earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep : All these with ceaseless praise his works behold, Both day and night.
Page 119 - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Page 33 - A shout, that tore hell's concave, and beyond Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night. All in a moment through the gloom were seen Ten thousand banners rise into the air With orient colours waving : with them rose A forest huge of spears ; and thronging helms Appear'd, and serried shields in thick array Of depth immeasurable...
Page 26 - Of some great ammiral, were but a wand — He walked with, to support uneasy steps Over the burning marie, not like those steps On Heaven's azure; and the torrid clime Smote on him sore besides, vaulted with fire.
Page 94 - Out of the fertile ground he caused to grow All trees of noblest kind for sight, smell, taste; And all amid them stood the Tree of Life, High eminent, blooming ambrosial fruit Of vegetable gold...
Page 69 - Tunes her nocturnal note : 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...
Page 251 - And straight conjunction with this sex : for either He never shall find out fit mate, but such As some misfortune brings him, or mistake ; Or whom he wishes most shall seldom gain Through her perverseness, but shall see her gain'd By a far worse ; or if she love, withheld By parents ; or his happiest choice too late Shall meet, already link'd and wedlock-bound To a fell adversary, his hate or shame ; Which infinite calamity shall cause To human life, and household peace confound.
Page 69 - 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 120 - 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.
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| Title | Paradise Lost |
| Author | John Milton |
| Publisher | D. Appleton & Company, 1850 |
| Original from | the University of California |
| Digitized | Dec 6, 2007 |
| Length | 296 pages |
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