The Poetical Works of John MiltonWard, Lock, and Company, 1881 - 460 pages |
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... Satan with his angels now fallen into hell , described here , not in the centre , for Heaven and Earth may be supposed as yet not made , certainly not yet accursed , but in a place of utter darkness , fitliest called Chaos : Here Satan ...
... Satan with his angels now fallen into hell , described here , not in the centre , for Heaven and Earth may be supposed as yet not made , certainly not yet accursed , but in a place of utter darkness , fitliest called Chaos : Here Satan ...
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... Satan directs his speech , comforts them with hope yet of regaining Heaven , but tells them lastly of a new world and new kind of creature to be created , according to an ancient prophecy or report in heaven ; for , that angels were ...
... Satan directs his speech , comforts them with hope yet of regaining Heaven , but tells them lastly of a new world and new kind of creature to be created , according to an ancient prophecy or report in heaven ; for , that angels were ...
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... Satan , with bold words Breaking the horrid silence , thus began : If thou beest he ; but oh , how fallen ! how changed From him , who in the happy realms of light , Clothed with transcendent brightness , didst outshine Myriads , though ...
... Satan , with bold words Breaking the horrid silence , thus began : If thou beest he ; but oh , how fallen ! how changed From him , who in the happy realms of light , Clothed with transcendent brightness , didst outshine Myriads , though ...
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... Satan , talking to his nearest mate , With head uplift above the wave , and eyes That sparkling blazed ; his other parts besides Prone on the flood , extended long and large , Lay floating many a rood ; in bulk as huge As whom the ...
... Satan , talking to his nearest mate , With head uplift above the wave , and eyes That sparkling blazed ; his other parts besides Prone on the flood , extended long and large , Lay floating many a rood ; in bulk as huge As whom the ...
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... Satan spake , and him Beelzebub Thus answer'd : Leader of those armies bright , Which but the Omnipotent none could have foil'd , If once they hear that voice , their liveliest pledge Of hope in fears and dangers , heard so oft In worst ...
... Satan spake , and him Beelzebub Thus answer'd : Leader of those armies bright , Which but the Omnipotent none could have foil'd , If once they hear that voice , their liveliest pledge Of hope in fears and dangers , heard so oft In worst ...
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Adam angels answer'd ANTISTROPHE appear'd archangel arm'd arms aught beast behold Belial bliss bright call'd Canaan cherub cherubim Chor cloud Comus Dagon dark death deeds deep delight didst divine dread dwell earth Egypt eternal evil eyes fair Father fear fire fix'd flame flowers fruit glory gods grace hand happy hast hath heard heart heaven heavenly hell hill honour Israel John Milton King lest light live Lord lost Lycidas Messiah mortal night nymphs o'er pain Paradise PARADISE LOST pass'd peace Philistines praise reign return'd round sapience Satan scape seat seem'd serpent shade shalt sight Son of God song soon spake spirits stars stood strength sweet taste Thammuz thee thence thine things thither thou art thou hast thoughts throne thunder thyself tree turn'd vex'd virtue voice whence winds wings wonder
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Page 283 - With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow To the full-voiced quire below In service high and anthems clear As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
Page 272 - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame, nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
Page 312 - AVENGE, O Lord, Thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; Even them, who kept Thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not. In Thy book record their groans, Who were Thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks.
Page 276 - Through the dear might of Him that walk'd the waves, Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and, singing, in their glory move, And wipe the tears forever from his eyes.
Page 314 - Old Law did save, And such as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...
Page 281 - Gently o'er the accustomed oak. Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy! Thee, chauntress, oft the woods among I woo, to hear thy even-song; And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green. To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon. Like one that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud.
Page 28 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ; She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Page 276 - Shepherds, weep no more ! For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Page 294 - This is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring; For so the holy sages once did sing That he our deadly forfeit should release, And with his Father work us a perpetual peace.
Page 280 - Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys; Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sunbeams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus