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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... whose 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 host Of rebel angels , by whose aid aspiring To fet himself in glory above his peers , He ...
... whose 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 host Of rebel angels , by whose aid aspiring To fet himself in glory above his peers , He ...
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... whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views At ev'ning from the top of Fefole , Or in Valdarno , to descry new lands , Rivers or mountains in her spotty globe . His fpear , to equal which the tallest pine . Hewn on Norwegian ...
... whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views At ev'ning from the top of Fefole , Or in Valdarno , to descry new lands , Rivers or mountains in her spotty globe . His fpear , to equal which the tallest pine . Hewn on Norwegian ...
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... whose bright image nightly by the moon Sidonian virgins paid their vows and songs , In Sion also not unfung , where stood Her temple on th'offenfive mountain , built By that uxorious king , whofe heart though large , Beguil'd by fair ...
... whose bright image nightly by the moon Sidonian virgins paid their vows and songs , In Sion also not unfung , where stood Her temple on th'offenfive mountain , built By that uxorious king , whofe heart though large , Beguil'd by fair ...
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... whose grisly top Belch'd fire and rowling smoak ; the reft entire Shone with a gloffy fcurf , undoubted fign That in his womb was hid metallic ore , The work of fulphur . Thither wing'd with speed A numerous brigad haften'd . As when ...
... whose grisly top Belch'd fire and rowling smoak ; the reft entire Shone with a gloffy fcurf , undoubted fign That in his womb was hid metallic ore , The work of fulphur . Thither wing'd with speed A numerous brigad haften'd . As when ...
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... Whose midnight revels , by a forrest fide Or fountain fome belated peasant fees , Or dreams he fees , while overhead the moon Sits arbitress , and nearer to the earth Wheels her pale course , they on their mirth and dance Intent , with ...
... Whose midnight revels , by a forrest fide Or fountain fome belated peasant fees , Or dreams he fees , while overhead the moon Sits arbitress , and nearer to the earth Wheels her pale course , they on their mirth and dance Intent , with ...
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Adam againſt alſo angels arm'd beaſt behold beſt blifs bright call'd cauſe cherubim cloud darkneſs death deep defcend defire divine dwell earth eaſe elfe elſe erft evil eyes faid fair feat feek 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 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 ſpake ſpirit ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtill ſtood 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.