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Th ' infernal ferpent ; he it was , whofe guile , Stirr'd up with envy and revenge , deceiv'd The mother of mankind , what time his pride Had caft him out from heav'n , with all his hoft Of rebel angels ; by whofe aid afpiring To fet ...
Th ' infernal ferpent ; he it was , whofe guile , Stirr'd up with envy and revenge , deceiv'd The mother of mankind , what time his pride Had caft him out from heav'n , with all his hoft Of rebel angels ; by whofe aid afpiring To fet ...
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... as far as angels ken , he views The difmal fituation wafte and wild ; A dungeon horrible on all fides round As one great furnace flam'd ; yet from those flames No light , but rather darkness vifible Serv'd only to difcover fights of ...
... as far as angels ken , he views The difmal fituation wafte and wild ; A dungeon horrible on all fides round As one great furnace flam'd ; yet from those flames No light , but rather darkness vifible Serv'd only to difcover fights of ...
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So fpake th ' apoftate angel , though in pain ; Vaunting aloud , but rack'd with deep defpair : ་ 110 115 J 20 125 And him thus anfwer'd foon his bold compeer . O 22 PARADISE LOST . Book 1 .
So fpake th ' apoftate angel , though in pain ; Vaunting aloud , but rack'd with deep defpair : ་ 110 115 J 20 125 And him thus anfwer'd foon his bold compeer . O 22 PARADISE LOST . Book 1 .
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Is this the region , this the foil , the clime , Said then the loft arch - angel ? this the feat That we must change for heav'n , this mournful gloom For that celeftial light ? Be ' it fo , fince he , Who now is fov'reign can difpofe ...
Is this the region , this the foil , the clime , Said then the loft arch - angel ? this the feat That we must change for heav'n , this mournful gloom For that celeftial light ? Be ' it fo , fince he , Who now is fov'reign can difpofe ...
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Nathlefs he fo endur'd , till on the beach Of that inflamed fea he flood , and call'd His legions , angel forms , who lay intranc'd Thick as autumnal leaves that frow the brooks In Vallombrofa , where th ' Etrurian fhades High over ...
Nathlefs he fo endur'd , till on the beach Of that inflamed fea he flood , and call'd His legions , angel forms , who lay intranc'd Thick as autumnal leaves that frow the brooks In Vallombrofa , where th ' Etrurian fhades High over ...
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Adam Angel appear arms behold bounds bright bring call'd cloud created creatures dark death deep delight divine dwell earth equal eternal evil eyes fair faith fall Father fear feat fell ferpent fhall fide fight fince fire firft firſt fome foon foul fp'rits fpake fruit ftill fuch gate glory gods grace hand happy hath head heard heart heav'n heav'nly hell hill hope human juft King land leave lefs light live loft look Mean mind morn nature never night once pain Paradife peace perhaps pow'r race receive reign rife round Satan tafte thee thefe thence theſe thine things thofe thoſe thou thoughts throne till tree virtue voice whofe wide winds wings
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Page 237 - O ! why did God, Creator wise, that peopled highest heaven With spirits masculine, create at last This novelty on earth, this fair defect Of nature, and not fill the world at once With men, as angels, without feminine ; Or find some other way to generate Mankind?
Page 159 - And God said, Let there be a firmament in the midst of the waters, and let it divide the waters from the waters. And God made the firmament, and divided the waters which were under the firmament from the waters which were above the firmament: and it was so. And God called the firmament Heaven. And the evening and the morning were the second day.
Page 26 - Lie thus astonished on the oblivious pool, And call them not to share with us their part In this unhappy mansion, or once more, With rallied arms, to try what may be yet Regained in Heaven, or what more lost in Hell?
Page 36 - Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams, or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
Page 174 - Tell, if ye saw, how came I thus, how here? Not of myself; by some great Maker then, In goodness and in power pre-eminent: Tell me how may I know him, how adore, From whom I have that thus I move and live, And feel that I am happier than I know...
Page 119 - O Adam, one Almighty is, from whom All things proceed, and up to him return, If not depraved from good; created all Such to perfection, one first matter all...
Page 204 - Here grows the cure of all, this fruit divine, Fair to the eye, inviting to the taste, Of virtue to make wise: What hinders then To reach, and feed at once both body and mind ? So saying, her rash hand in evil hour Forth reaching to the fruit, she pluck'd, she eat!
Page 204 - For good unknown sure is not had, or had And yet unknown is as not had at all. In plain then, what forbids He but to know, Forbids us good, forbids us to be wise? Such prohibitions bind not.
Page 101 - Yon flowery arbours, yonder alleys green, Our walk at noon, with branches overgrown, That mock our scant manuring, and require More hands than ours to lop their wanton growth: Those blossoms also and those dropping gums, That lie bestrewn unsightly and unsmooth, Ask riddance, if we mean to tread with ease: Meanwhile, as nature wills, night bids us rest.
Page 69 - 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.
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| Title | Paradise lost a poem, with a biogr. and critical account of the author [by E. Fenton]. |
| Author | John Milton |
| Published | 1789 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | Aug 9, 2006 |
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