Le Paradis perdu de J. MiltonLibraire européene de Baudry, 1841 - 479 pages |
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Adam angel another world archangel arms beast befal behold best bliss bright bring call'd céleste ciel cieux cloud created créatures dark darkness death deep delight Dieu divine doom dwell earth enfers envy eternal evil extol eyes Father fear find fire firmament first forth found fruit glory gods good great hand happy hath head heard heart heaven heavenly hell high hill his punishment hope infernal King know l'Homme last leave left less life light lost love made mankind mind night o'er offspring once Paradise perhaps power reign replied return return'd round Satan scarce scorn seat seem'd seest serpent seul shape side sight soon spake spirits stand stood sweet taste terre their thence things thou though thoughts thrice throne thyself tree tree of knowledge trône turn'd vaste whence wide wings words work world worse
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Page 170 - To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. 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 146 - Unargued I obey : so God ordains. " God is thy law, thou mine : to know no more " Is woman's happiest knowledge, and her praise.
Page 422 - That never will in other climate grow, My early visitation, and my last At even, which I bred up with tender hand From the first opening bud, and gave ye names, Who now shall rear ye to the sun, or rank Your tribes, and water from the ambrosial fount ? Thee, lastly, nuptial bower, by me...
Page 138 - What thou seest, What there thou seest, fair creature, is thyself, With thee it came and goes : but follow me, And I will bring thee where no shadow stays Thy coming, and thy soft embraces ; he Whose image thou art, him thou shalt enjoy Inseparably thine ; to him shalt bear Multitudes like thyself, and thence be called Mother of human race.
Page 326 - Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air, Forth issuing on a summer's morn, to breathe Among the pleasant villages and farms Adjoin'd, from each thing met conceives delight ; The smell of grain, or tedded grass, or kine, Or dairy, each rural sight, each rural sound...
Page 144 - 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; Silence was pleased: now...
Page 130 - Two of far nobler shape, erect and tall, Godlike erect, with native honour clad In naked majesty seem'd lords of all : And worthy seem'd ; for in their looks divine The image of their glorious Maker shone, Truth, wisdom, sanctitude severe and pure, (Severe, but in true filial freedom plac'd,) Whence true authority in men...
Page 300 - Loses discountenanced, and like folly shows. Authority and reason on her wait, As one intended first, not after made Occasionally: and, to consummate all, Greatness of mind and nobleness their seat Build in her loveliest, and create an awe About her, as a guard angelic placed.
Page 88 - Not what they would ? what praise could they receive? What pleasure I from such obedience paid, When will and reason (reason also is choice) Useless and vain, of freedom both despoil'd, Made passive both, had serv'd necessity, Not me ? They therefore, as to right belong'd, So were created, nor can justly...
Page 44 - Sit unpolluted; and the ethereal mould, Incapable of stain, would soon expel Her mischief, and purge off the baser fire, Victorious. Thus repulsed, our final hope Is flat despair: we must exasperate The almighty Victor to spend all his rage, And that must end us; that must be our cure, To be no more. Sad cure! for who would lose, Though full of pain, this intellectual being, Those thoughts that wander through eternity, To perish rather, swallowed up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated night, Devoid...