Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve Books. The Author John Milton. According to the Author's Last Edition, in the Year 1674W. and W. Smith, P. Wilson, and T. Ewing, 1767 - 348 pages |
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... divine or holy else enjoy'd In vifion beatific : by him first Men alfo , and by his suggestion taught , Ranfack'd the center , and with impious hands Riff'd the bowels of their mother earth For treasures better hid . Soon had his crew ...
... divine or holy else enjoy'd In vifion beatific : by him first Men alfo , and by his suggestion taught , Ranfack'd the center , and with impious hands Riff'd the bowels of their mother earth For treasures better hid . Soon had his crew ...
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... divine , And cannot ceafe to be , we are at worst On this fide nothing ; and by proof we feel Our power fufficient to disturb his heav'n , And with perpetual inrodes to allarm , Though inacceffible , his fatal throne : Which if not ...
... divine , And cannot ceafe to be , we are at worst On this fide nothing ; and by proof we feel Our power fufficient to disturb his heav'n , And with perpetual inrodes to allarm , Though inacceffible , his fatal throne : Which if not ...
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... divine ; But cloud inftead , and ever - during dark Surrounds me , from the chearful ways of men Cut off , and for the book of knowledge fair Prefented with a univerfal blanc 3062 63 6 & ... Of nature's works to me expung'd and ras'd ...
... divine ; But cloud inftead , and ever - during dark Surrounds me , from the chearful ways of men Cut off , and for the book of knowledge fair Prefented with a univerfal blanc 3062 63 6 & ... Of nature's works to me expung'd and ras'd ...
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... Divine compaffion vifibly appear'd , Love without end , and without measure grace , Which uttering thus he to his father spake . O father , gracious was that word which clos'd Thy fovran fentence , that man should find grace ; For which ...
... Divine compaffion vifibly appear'd , Love without end , and without measure grace , Which uttering thus he to his father spake . O father , gracious was that word which clos'd Thy fovran fentence , that man should find grace ; For which ...
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... divine , His dearest mediation thus renew'd . Father , thy word is past , man shall find grace ; And shall grace not find means , that finds her way , The speedieft of thy winged meffengers , To vifit all thy creatures , and to all ...
... divine , His dearest mediation thus renew'd . Father , thy word is past , man shall find grace ; And shall grace not find means , that finds her way , The speedieft of thy winged meffengers , To vifit all thy creatures , and to all ...
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Adam Ægypt againſt alſo angels arm'd beaſt behold beſt blifs bright call'd cauſe cherubim cloud darkneſs death deep defire divine dwell earth eaſe elſe erft evil eyes faid fair feat feem'd ferpent fhall fide fight fince fire firft firſt fome foon foul fpake fruit ftill fuch gate glory hath heav'n heav'nly hell higheſt highth hill himſelf hoft juſt laft laſt leaſt lefs leſs light loft moſt muſt night o're Paradife paſs paſt pleas'd pleaſant pleaſure praiſe puniſhment rais'd reaſon reft repli'd reſt return'd rife Satan ſcarce ſeems ſhade ſhall ſhame ſhape ſhe ſhould ſome ſpake ſpirits ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtill ſtood ſtrange ſtrength ſuch ſweet tafte taſte thee thefe themſelves thence theſe thine things thoſe thou thoughts thouſand throne tree turn'd wandring whofe whoſe wings wiſdom worfe worſe
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Page 124 - His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
Page 88 - Ah, wherefore! he deserved no such return From me, whom he created what I was In that bright eminence, and with his good Upbraided none; nor was his service hard.
Page 121 - Evil into the mind of God or man May come and go, so unapproved, and leave No spot or blame behind...
Page 251 - Matter of scorn, not to be given the foe. However, I with thee have fix'd my lot, Certain to undergo like doom; if death Consort with thee, death is to me as life; So forcible within my heart I feel The bond of nature draw me to my own, My own in thee, for what thou art is mine; Our state cannot be sever'd, we are one, One flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself.
Page 44 - Typhoean rage more fell, Rend up both rocks and hills, and ride the air In whirlwind ; hell scarce holds the wild uproar.
Page 7 - Thus 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...
Page 32 - Devoid of sense and motion? And who knows, Let this be good, whether our angry foe Can give it, or will ever? How he can Is doubtful; that he never will is sure.
Page 147 - Abdiel, faithful found, Among the faithless faithful only he; Among innumerable false unmoved, Unshaken, unseduced, unterrified, His loyalty he kept, his love, his zeal ; Nor number nor example with him wrought To swerve from truth, or change his constant mind, Though single.
Page 208 - 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 25 - 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, On Lemnos, the Aegean isle.