The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volume 3Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 - English poetry |
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... hath join'd In equal ru'in into what pit thou seest : From what highth fall'n , so much the stronger prov'd He with his thunder : and till then who knew The force of thofe dire arms ? yet not for those , Nor what the potent victor in ...
... hath join'd In equal ru'in into what pit thou seest : From what highth fall'n , so much the stronger prov'd He with his thunder : and till then who knew The force of thofe dire arms ? yet not for those , Nor what the potent victor in ...
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... Hath loft us Heav'n , and all this mighty host In horrible deftruction laid thus low , As far as Gods and heav'nly effences Can perish for the mind and spi'rit remains Invincible , and vigor soon returns , Though all our glory ' extinct ...
... Hath loft us Heav'n , and all this mighty host In horrible deftruction laid thus low , As far as Gods and heav'nly effences Can perish for the mind and spi'rit remains Invincible , and vigor soon returns , Though all our glory ' extinct ...
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... hath recall'd His ministers of vengeance and pursuit Back to the gates of Heav'n : the fulphurous hail Shot after us in storm , o'erblown hath laid The fiery furge , that from the precipice Of Heav'n 3 The 10 Book I. PARADISE LOST .
... hath recall'd His ministers of vengeance and pursuit Back to the gates of Heav'n : the fulphurous hail Shot after us in storm , o'erblown hath laid The fiery furge , that from the precipice Of Heav'n 3 The 10 Book I. PARADISE LOST .
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... hath spent his shafts , and ceases now To bellow through the vast and boundless deep . Let us not flip th ' occafion , whether scorn , Or fatiate fury yield it from our foe . Seeft thou yon dreary plain , forlorn and wild , The feat of ...
... hath spent his shafts , and ceases now To bellow through the vast and boundless deep . Let us not flip th ' occafion , whether scorn , Or fatiate fury yield it from our foe . Seeft thou yon dreary plain , forlorn and wild , The feat of ...
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... hath equal'd , force hath made fupreme Above his equals . Farewell happy fields , Where joy for ever dwells : Hail horrors , hail Infernal world , and thou profoundest Hell Receive thy new poffeffor ; one who brings A mind not to be ...
... hath equal'd , force hath made fupreme Above his equals . Farewell happy fields , Where joy for ever dwells : Hail horrors , hail Infernal world , and thou profoundest Hell Receive thy new poffeffor ; one who brings A mind not to be ...
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Adam afcending againſt Angels appear'd battel behold beſt bright call'd cloſe creatures darkneſs deep defire delight divine earth elfe eternal eyes faid fair Fair Angel Father feat feem'd feems fhade fhall fide fight fince firft firſt fleep foft fome fons foon form'd foul fpake ftill fuch gate glory grace happy hath Heav'n heav'nly Hell higheſt highth himſelf hoft juſt king laſt leaſt lefs leſs light loft moſt Mozambic muſt night o'er ordain'd pafs'd Paradife PARADISE LOST plac'd pleas'd pleaſant pow'r praiſe purſue rais'd reafon reft reply'd rifing rofe round SAMUEL BARROW Satan ſhall ſhape ſhould ſpake Spi'rits Spirits ſpread ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtep ſtill ſtood ſtream ſuch ſweet taſte thee thefe themſelves thence theſe things thither thoſe thou thought thouſand throne thyfelf tree turn'd Uriel whence whofe whoſe wings worfe worſe
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Page 68 - O thou that, with surpassing glory crowned, Look'st from thy sole dominion like the god Of this new World — at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminished heads — to thee I call, But with no friendly voice, and add thy name, 0 Sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams, That bring to my remembrance from what state 1 fell, how glorious once above thy sphere, Till pride and worse ambition threw me down, Warring in Heaven against Heaven's matchless King ! Ah, wherefore?
Page 116 - But drive far off the barbarous dissonance Of Bacchus and his revellers, the race Of that wild rout that tore the Thracian bard In Rhodope, where woods and rocks had ears To rapture, till the savage clamour drown'd Both harp and voice ; nor could the Muse defend Her son.
Page 93 - Air, and ye Elements, the eldest birth Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our Great Maker still new praise.
Page 103 - 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...
Page 75 - 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 92 - Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels; for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in Heaven, On earth join, all ye creatures, to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Page 50 - 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.