Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books. The Author John Milton, Volume 1J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper, A. Ward, S. Birt, C. Hitch, B. Dod [and 5 others in London], 1746 - 378 pages |
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... flung For his revolt ; yet faithful how they stood , Their glory wither'd : as when heaven's fire Hath scath'd the foreft oaks , or mountain pines , With finged top their stately growth , tho ' bare , Stands on the blafted heath .
... flung For his revolt ; yet faithful how they stood , Their glory wither'd : as when heaven's fire Hath scath'd the foreft oaks , or mountain pines , With finged top their stately growth , tho ' bare , Stands on the blafted heath .
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The happier state In heav'n , which follows dignity , might draw 25 Envy from each inferior : but who here Will envy whom the highest place exposes Foremost to stand against the Thunderer's aim , Your bulwark ; and condemns to greateft ...
The happier state In heav'n , which follows dignity , might draw 25 Envy from each inferior : but who here Will envy whom the highest place exposes Foremost to stand against the Thunderer's aim , Your bulwark ; and condemns to greateft ...
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... not now > For while they fit contriving , shall the rest , Millions that stand in arms , and longing wait The fignal to afcend , fit ling'ring here Heav'n's fugitives , and for their dwelling - place Accept this dark opprobrious den ...
... not now > For while they fit contriving , shall the rest , Millions that stand in arms , and longing wait The fignal to afcend , fit ling'ring here Heav'n's fugitives , and for their dwelling - place Accept this dark opprobrious den ...
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Suppofe He should relent And publish grace to all , on promise made Of new subjection : with what eyes could we 230 240 Stand in His presence humble , and receive Strict Book II . PARADISE LOST . 39.
Suppofe He should relent And publish grace to all , on promise made Of new subjection : with what eyes could we 230 240 Stand in His presence humble , and receive Strict Book II . PARADISE LOST . 39.
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240 Stand in His presence humble , and receive Strict laws impos'd , to celebrate His throne With warbled hymns , and to his Godhead fing Forc'd Hallelujahs ? while He lordly fits Our envy'd Sov'reign , and His altar breathes Ambrofial ...
240 Stand in His presence humble , and receive Strict laws impos'd , to celebrate His throne With warbled hymns , and to his Godhead fing Forc'd Hallelujahs ? while He lordly fits Our envy'd Sov'reign , and His altar breathes Ambrofial ...
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User Review - VivalaErin - LibraryThingThe shortest answer is: John Milton was a poetic genius. PL is so beautiful, you can't help but feel for Adam and Eve. Even Satan is a great character - he so wants to be an epic hero. This poem is a masterpiece, and he wrote it completely blind. Beautiful, absolutely amazing. Read full review
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User Review - StefanY - LibraryThingHistorical significance and beautifully descriptive prose aside, I couldn't get into this book at all. Maybe it's too much familiarity with the plot or the inevitability of the impending doom of the ... Read full review
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Adam againſt Angels arms battel behold Book bounds bring call'd cloud command created dark darkneſs death deeds deep delight divine dread earth equal eternal evil eyes fair fall fame Father fear feem'd felf fell fhall fide field fight fince fire firſt flames fome fons foon force foul fpake fruit fuch gates glory Gods gold grace half hand happy hath head heav'n hell hill hoft hope King lefs light live loft look mind morn muſt nature never night o'er once pain Paradife perhaps pow'r pure rage receive reign rife round Satan ſhall ſpirits ſtand ſtate ſtood thee thefe thence theſe things thoſe thou thoughts thro throne till Tree voice whence whofe whoſe wide winds wings
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Page 23 - Arch-Angel : but his face Deep scars of thunder had intrench'd ; and care Sat on his faded cheek, but under brows Of dauntless courage, and considerate pride Waiting revenge : cruel his eye, but cast Signs of remorse and passion, to behold The fellows of his crime, the followers rather (Far other once beheld in bliss), condemn'd For ever now to have their lot in pain...
Page 153 - Hear, all ye angels, progeny of light, Thrones, dominations, princedoms, virtues, powers ; Hear my decree, which unrevoked shall stand. This day I have begot whom I declare My only Son, and on this holy hill Him have anointed, whom ye now behold At my right hand; your head I him appoint; And by myself have sworn, to him shall bow All knees in heaven, and shall confess him Lord...
Page 105 - Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose : Another side, umbrageous grots and caves Of cool recess, o'er which the mantling vine Lays forth her purple grape, and gently creeps Luxuriant; meanwhile murmuring waters fall Down the slope hills, dispersed, or in a lake, That to the fringed bank with myrtle crown'd Her crystal mirror holds, unite their streams.
Page 133 - Awake: the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us; we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended plants, how blows the citron grove, What drops the myrrh, and what the balmy reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the bee Sits on the bloom, extracting liquid sweet.
Page 193 - So spake the Son, and into terror changed His countenance, too severe to be beheld, And full of wrath bent on his enemies. At once the four spread out their starry wings With dreadful shade contiguous, and the orbs Of his fierce chariot roll'd, as with the sound Of torrent floods, or of a numerous host.
Page 111 - O thou, for whom And from whom I was form'd, flesh of thy flesh, And without whom am to no end ; my guide And head ! what thou hast said is just and right. For we to him, indeed, all praises owe, And daily thanks ; I chiefly, who enjoy So far the happier lot, enjoying thee Pre-eminent by so much odds, while thou Like consort to thyself canst no where find.
Page 15 - God's high sufferance for the trial of man By falsities and lies the greatest part Of mankind they corrupted to forsake God their Creator, and the...
Page 100 - 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...
Page 105 - If true, here only, and of delicious taste : Betwixt them lawns, or level downs, and flocks Grazing the tender herb, were interposed ; Or palmy hillock, or the flowery lap Of some irriguous valley spread her store, Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose...
Page 139 - Air, and ye Elements, the eldest birth Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our Great Maker still new praise.
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| Title | Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books. The Author John Milton, Volume 1 Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books. The Author John Milton, John Milton |
| Author | John Milton |
| Publisher | J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper, A. Ward, S. Birt, C. Hitch, B. Dod [and 5 others in London], 1746 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | Sep 26, 2006 |
| Length | 378 pages |
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