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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... force and machines of Satan : yet the tumult not so ending , God on the third day fends Meffiah his fon , for whom he had referv'd the glory of that victory : he in the pow- er of his father coming to the place , and causing all his ...
... force and machines of Satan : yet the tumult not so ending , God on the third day fends Meffiah his fon , for whom he had referv'd the glory of that victory : he in the pow- er of his father coming to the place , and causing all his ...
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... force of those dire arms ? yet not for thofe , Nor what the potent victor in his rage Can elfe inflict , do I repent or change , Though chang'd in outward luftre ; that fix'd mind , And high difdain from sense of injur'd merit , That ...
... force of those dire arms ? yet not for thofe , Nor what the potent victor in his rage Can elfe inflict , do I repent or change , Though chang'd in outward luftre ; that fix'd mind , And high difdain from sense of injur'd merit , That ...
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... force believe almighty , fince no less Than fuch could have o'erpow'r'd such force as ours ) Have left us this our spirit and strength intire Strongly to fuffer and support our pains , That we may fo fuffice his vengeful ire , Or do him ...
... force believe almighty , fince no less Than fuch could have o'erpow'r'd such force as ours ) Have left us this our spirit and strength intire Strongly to fuffer and support our pains , That we may fo fuffice his vengeful ire , Or do him ...
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... force Of fubterranean wind tranfports a hill Torn from Pelorus , or the shatter'd fide Of thundring Aetna , whofe combustible And fewel'd intrals thence conceiving fire , Sublim'd with mineral fury , aid the winds , And leave a finged ...
... force Of fubterranean wind tranfports a hill Torn from Pelorus , or the shatter'd fide Of thundring Aetna , whofe combustible And fewel'd intrals thence conceiving fire , Sublim'd with mineral fury , aid the winds , And leave a finged ...
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... force hath made fupream Above his equals . Farewell happy fields , Where joy for ever dwells : hail horrors , haił Infernal world , and thou profoundest hell Receive thy new poffeffor : one who brings A mind not to be chang'd by place ...
... force hath made fupream Above his equals . Farewell happy fields , Where joy for ever dwells : hail horrors , haił Infernal world , and thou profoundest hell Receive thy new poffeffor : one who brings A mind not to be chang'd by place ...
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Adam Ægypt againſt alſo angels arm'd beaſt behold beſt blifs call'd cauſe cherubim cloud darkneſs death deep defcend defire divine earth eaſe elfe 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 rofe Satan ſeems ſhade ſhall ſhame ſhape ſhe ſhould ſome ſon ſpake ſpirit ſtand ſtars ſtate ſteps ſtill ſtood ſtrength ſuch ſweet tafte taſte thee thefe themſelves thence theſe thine things thofe 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.