Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve BooksL. Coffin, 1831 - 294 pages |
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... Almighty Power Hurl'd headlong flaming from the ethereal sky , 40 45 With hideous ruin and combustion , down To bottomless perdition ; there to dwell In adamantine chains and penal fire , Who durst defy the Omnipotent to arms . Nine ...
... Almighty Power Hurl'd headlong flaming from the ethereal sky , 40 45 With hideous ruin and combustion , down To bottomless perdition ; there to dwell In adamantine chains and penal fire , Who durst defy the Omnipotent to arms . Nine ...
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... Almighty , since no less Than such could have o'erpower'd such force as ours ) Have left us this our spirit and strength entire Strongly to suffer and support our pains , That we may so suffice his vengeful ire , Or do him mightier ...
... Almighty , since no less Than such could have o'erpower'd such force as ours ) Have left us this our spirit and strength entire Strongly to suffer and support our pains , That we may so suffice his vengeful ire , Or do him mightier ...
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... Almighty hath not built Here for his envy ; will not drive us hence : Here we may reign secure , and , in my choice , To reign is worth ambition , though in Hell : Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven ! But wherefore let we then ...
... Almighty hath not built Here for his envy ; will not drive us hence : Here we may reign secure , and , in my choice , To reign is worth ambition , though in Hell : Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven ! But wherefore let we then ...
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... , Tears , such as Angels weep , burst forth at last 620 Words , interwove with sighs , found out their way . O Myriads of immortal Spirits ! O Powers 610 sberd Matchless , but with the Almighty ! and that strife PARADISE LOST . 19.
... , Tears , such as Angels weep , burst forth at last 620 Words , interwove with sighs , found out their way . O Myriads of immortal Spirits ! O Powers 610 sberd Matchless , but with the Almighty ! and that strife PARADISE LOST . 19.
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A Poem, in Twelve Books John Milton. Matchless , but with the Almighty ! and that strife Was not inglorious , though the event was dire , As this place testifies , and this dire change Hateful to utter : but what power of mind ...
A Poem, in Twelve Books John Milton. Matchless , but with the Almighty ! and that strife Was not inglorious , though the event was dire , As this place testifies , and this dire change Hateful to utter : but what power of mind ...
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Abdiel Adam Almighty Angels answer'd appear'd Archangel arm'd arms aught beast behold Belial bliss bright burning lake call'd Canaan celestial Cherub Cherubim cloud created creatures dark days of Heaven death deep delight didst divine dreadful dwell Earth eternal evil eyes fair Fair Angel faith Father fear fierce fire fix'd flaming flowers fruit gates glory Gods grace hand happy hast hath heard heart Heaven heavenly Hell hill Ithuriel join'd King lest light live lost mankind Messiah Michaël mix'd night o'er ordain'd pain Paradise PARADISE LOST pass'd peace reign replied return'd round sapience Satan scape seat seem'd Seraph Serpent shalt sight soon sov'reign spake Spirits stars stood sweet taste Thammuz thee thence thine things thither thou hast thoughts throne thunder thyself tree turn'd Uriel vex'd voice whence wings wonder Zephon
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Page 107 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty! thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair : thyself how wondrous then, Unspeakable ! who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Page 23 - From heaven, they fabled, thrown by angry Jove 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...
Page 4 - And mad'st it pregnant: What in me is dark, Illumine; what is low, raise and support; That to the height of this great argument I may assert Eternal Providence, 25 And justify the ways of God to men.
Page 107 - 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 213 - Should God create another Eve, and I Another rib afford, yet loss of thee Would never from my heart : no, no ! I feel The link of Nature draw me : flesh of flesh, Bone of my bone thou art, and from thy state Mine never shall be parted, bliss or woe.
Page 76 - Upon himself; horror and doubt distract His troubled thoughts, and from the bottom stir The hell within him ; for within him hell He brings, and round about him, nor from hell One step, no more than from himself, can fly By change of place...
Page 154 - Urania, and fit audience find, though few. 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 22 - Rose like an exhalation, with the sound Of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet, Built like a temple, where pilasters round Were set, and Doric pillars overlaid With golden architrave ; nor did there want Cornice or frieze, with bossy sculptures graven •, The roof was fretted gold.
Page 76 - O thou, that, with surpassing glory crown'd, Look'st from thy sole dominion, like the god Of this new world ; at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminish'd 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...