Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books. The Author John Milton. Printed from the Text of Tonson's Correct Edition of 1711. A New Edition, with Notes and the Life of the Author, in Three Volumes, by Thomas Newton, ...proprietors, 1795 |
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... night : He calls a council , invents devilish engines , which in the second day's fight put Michael and his Angels to some disor- der ; but they at length pulling up mountains overwhelmed both the force and machines of Satan : yet the ...
... night : He calls a council , invents devilish engines , which in the second day's fight put Michael and his Angels to some disor- der ; but they at length pulling up mountains overwhelmed both the force and machines of Satan : yet the ...
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... night , Shot through with orient beams ; when all the plain Cover'd with thick embattl'd squadrons bright , Chariots and flaming arms , and fiery steeds Reflecting blaze on blaze , first met his view : War he perceiv'd , war in procinct ...
... night , Shot through with orient beams ; when all the plain Cover'd with thick embattl'd squadrons bright , Chariots and flaming arms , and fiery steeds Reflecting blaze on blaze , first met his view : War he perceiv'd , war in procinct ...
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... night her course began , and over Heav'n Inducing darkness , grateful truce impos'd . And silence on the odious din of war : Under her cloudy covert both retir'd , Victor and vanquish'd : on the foughten field 410 Michaël and his Angels ...
... night her course began , and over Heav'n Inducing darkness , grateful truce impos'd . And silence on the odious din of war : Under her cloudy covert both retir'd , Victor and vanquish'd : on the foughten field 410 Michaël and his Angels ...
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... night , Secret they finish'd and in order , set , With silent circumspection unespy'd . 520 Now when fair morn orient in Heav'n appear'd , Up rose the victor Angels , and to arms The matin trumpet sung : in arms they stood Of golden ...
... night , Secret they finish'd and in order , set , With silent circumspection unespy'd . 520 Now when fair morn orient in Heav'n appear'd , Up rose the victor Angels , and to arms The matin trumpet sung : in arms they stood Of golden ...
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... night ; under his burning wheels The stead empyréan shook throughout , All but the throne itself of God . Full soon Among them he arriv'd , in his right hand Grasping ten thousand thunders , which he sent Before him , such as in their ...
... night ; under his burning wheels The stead empyréan shook throughout , All but the throne itself of God . Full soon Among them he arriv'd , in his right hand Grasping ten thousand thunders , which he sent Before him , such as in their ...
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Adam Angel answer'd appear'd arm'd arms beast behold bliss call'd Canaan celestial chariot Cherubic Cherubim cloud creatures darkness death deep delight descend didst divine doom dwell eternal evil eyes fair faith Father fear fierce firmament of Heaven fix'd form'd fruit glory Gods Grotius ground hand happy hast thou hath heard heart Heav'n and Earth heav'nly Hell hill human voice interpolated JOHN MILTON join'd judg'd Lauder lest light live lost mankind Masenius Messiah Michael Milton mix'd mountain mov'd night ordain'd Paradise Paradise Lost peace Phineus pow'r rais'd receiv'd reply'd return'd sapience Satan seat seed seem'd Serpent shalt sight soon spake Spi'rits Spirit stars stood sweet Tartaro taste thee thence thine things THOMAS NEWTON thou hast thou may'st thought throne thyself Tiresias tree turn'd virtue voice wak'd wand'ring whence wings
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Page 208 - Henceforth, I learn that to obey is best, And love with fear the only God, to walk As in his presence, ever to observe His providence, and on him sole depend...
Page 104 - So saying, her rash hand in evil hour Forth reaching to the Fruit, she pluck'd, she eat: Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat Sighing through all her Works gave signs of woe, That all was lost.
Page 150 - And straight conjunction with this sex. For either He never shall find out fit mate, but such As some misfortune brings him, or mistake ; Or whom he wishes most shall seldom gain, Through her perverseness, but shall see her gain'd By a far worse, or, if she love, withheld By parents ; or his happiest choice too late Shall meet, already link'd and wedlock-bound To a fell adversary, his hate or shame: Which infinite calamity shall cause To human life, and household peace confound.
Page 2 - Against revolted multitudes the cause Of truth, in word mightier than they in arms ; And for the testimony of truth hast borne Universal reproach, far worse to bear Than violence ; for this was all thy care To stand approved in sight of God, though worlds Judged thee perverse...
Page 72 - Thy words, Creator bounteous and benign Giver of all things fair, but fairest this Of all thy gifts, nor enviest. I now see Bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh, myself Before me. Woman is her name, of man Extracted ; for this cause he shall forego Father and mother, and to his wife adhere ; And they shall be one flesh, one heart, one soul.
Page 167 - With what to sight or smell was sweet, from thee How shall I part, and whither wander down Into a lower world, to this obscure And wild ? how shall we breathe in other air Less pure, accustom'd to immortal fruits?
Page 150 - My only strength and stay: forlorn of thee, Whither shall I betake me, where subsist ? While yet we live, scarce one short hour perhaps, Between us two let there be peace...
Page 209 - And all the rule, one empire; only add Deeds to thy knowledge answerable; add faith, Add virtue, patience, temperance ; add love, By name to come call'd charity, the soul Of all the rest: then wilt thou not be loth To leave this Paradise, but shalt possess A paradise within thee, happier far.
Page 112 - Earth trembled from her entrails, as again In pangs; and Nature gave a second groan; Sky lour'd, and, muttering thunder, some sad drops Wept at completing of the mortal sin Original...
Page 169 - So many grateful altars I would rear Of grassy turf, and pile up every stone Of lustre from the brook, in memory Or monument to ages, and thereon Offer sweet-smelling gums, and fruits, and flowers T In yonder nether world where shall I seek His bright appearances, or footstep trace...