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... rage can inflict Do I repent or change , This steady mind within me fixed Shall ever be the same . What though the field be lost , not all , Th ' unconquerable will , Prone yet t ' revenge our dreadful fall , Remains unshaken still : To ...
... rage can inflict Do I repent or change , This steady mind within me fixed Shall ever be the same . What though the field be lost , not all , Th ' unconquerable will , Prone yet t ' revenge our dreadful fall , Remains unshaken still : To ...
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... rage to spend , And that must end us here in wo , And be that our cure then : Sad cure indeed , for who would lose , Though full of tort'ring pains , This intellect'al being , whose Mind so firm remains : Tis doubtful how he can do this ...
... rage to spend , And that must end us here in wo , And be that our cure then : Sad cure indeed , for who would lose , Though full of tort'ring pains , This intellect'al being , whose Mind so firm remains : Tis doubtful how he can do this ...
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... rage again , The more t ' increase our wo , What if our foe , enrag'd again Should turn all Hell to fire And spout her cataracts of flame , Impendent horrors dire ? We thus designing should be caught In flames that sullen burst , In ...
... rage again , The more t ' increase our wo , What if our foe , enrag'd again Should turn all Hell to fire And spout her cataracts of flame , Impendent horrors dire ? We thus designing should be caught In flames that sullen burst , In ...
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... rage both sharp and keen , In flaming sheets entire . Far off from these a silent one , Lethe its waters flow , The river of oblivion ; Who drink forget all wo . Meanwhile Satan , the old arch fiend , A foe to God and man , In high ...
... rage both sharp and keen , In flaming sheets entire . Far off from these a silent one , Lethe its waters flow , The river of oblivion ; Who drink forget all wo . Meanwhile Satan , the old arch fiend , A foe to God and man , In high ...
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... rage and fear I am thy Lord and King ? Back to thy punishment in haste , And to thy speed add wings , Lest I peruse thy ling'ring pace With whip of scorpion's stings , Or with one stroke of this my dart Strange horror dire sieze thee ...
... rage and fear I am thy Lord and King ? Back to thy punishment in haste , And to thy speed add wings , Lest I peruse thy ling'ring pace With whip of scorpion's stings , Or with one stroke of this my dart Strange horror dire sieze thee ...
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Man's First Estate and High Revolt: A Poem in Two Parts (1829) Zenas Campbell No preview available - 2009 |
Man's First Estate and High Revolt: A Poem, in Two Parts (Classic Reprint) Zenas Campbell No preview available - 2017 |
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Abdiel Adam angel angelic train arm'd arms art thou aught beasts Beelzebub began behold Belial blest bliss bold bound bow'r bright burning lake celestial cherubic creatures dark David Mack dear death deep delight divine dreadful driv'n e'er earth eternal ev'ry evil eyes fair Fair Angel fate fear fell fiend fill'd flames flowers foul fruit gates gaz'd giv'n grace hand happy hast hast thou hate hath Heav'n heav'nly Hell horrid Ithuriel King Lest light mind morn myrtle grove nam'd nigh night o'er once Orcus ordain'd pain pleas'd pow'rs praise rage rais'd rebel reign repli'd rose round Satan seem'd seraph seraphim serpent shade shalt sight sing sleep soon spake spirits stamp'd stood sweet taste thee thence thine things thought Thro throne thyself tree turn'd upright view'd wand'ring Whate'er wing wond'rous wrath Zephon
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Page 97 - Both turn'd, and under open sky ador'd The GOD that made both sky, air, earth, and heav'n Which they beheld, the moon's resplendent globe, And starry pole. Thou also mad'st the night, Maker Omnipotent, and thou the day...
Page 94 - Or glittering starlight, without thee is sweet. But wherefore all night long shine these ? For whom This glorious sight, when sleep hath shut all eyes?
Page 71 - And heavier fall: so should I purchase dear Short intermission bought with double smart. This knows my punisher; therefore as far From granting he, as I from begging peace: All hope excluded thus, behold instead Of us out-cast, exiled, his new delight, Mankind created, and for him this World.
Page 109 - Evil into the mind of God or man May come and go, so unapproved, and leave No spot or blame behind...
Page 130 - Receive him coming to receive from us Knee-tribute yet unpaid, prostration vile, Too much to one, but double how endur'd. To one and to his image now proclaim'd?
Page 92 - Fair consort, th' hour Of night, and all things now retir'd to rest, Mind us of like repose; since God hath set Labour and rest, as day and night, to men Successive; and the timely dew of sleep, Now falling with soft slumb'rous weight, inclines Our eye-lids. Other creatures all day long Rove idle...
Page 158 - Adam, well may we labour still to dress This garden, still to tend plant, herb, and flower, Our pleasant task enjoin'd ; but, till more hands Aid us, the work under our labour grows, Luxurious by restraint ; what we by day Lop overgrown, or prune, or prop, or bind, One night or two with wanton growth derides, Tending to wild.
Page 36 - The other shape, If shape it might be call'd, that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb, Or substance might be call'd that shadow seem'd, For each seem'd either; black it stood as night, Fierce as ten furies, terrible as hell And shook a dreadful dart; what seem'd his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on.
Page 99 - So saying, on he led his radiant files, Dazzling the moon; these to the bower direct In search of whom they sought : him there they found Squat like a toad, close at the ear of Eve, Assaying by his devilish art to reach The organs of her fancy, and with them forge Illusions as he list, phantasms and dreams...
Page 139 - On the proud crest of Satan, that no sight, Nor motion of swift thought, less could his shield Such ruin intercept: ten paces huge He back recoil'd ; the tenth on bended knee His massy spear...