Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books. The Author John Milton. From the Text of Thomas Newton D.D. |
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... the Serpent , or rather Satan in the ferpent ; who revolting from God , and drawing to his fide many legions of Angels , was by the command of God driven out of Heaven with all his crew into the great deep . Which action pass'd over ...
... the Serpent , or rather Satan in the ferpent ; who revolting from God , and drawing to his fide many legions of Angels , was by the command of God driven out of Heaven with all his crew into the great deep . Which action pass'd over ...
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Say firft , ( for Heav'n hides nothing from thy view , Nor the deep tract of Hell , ) fay first what cause Mov'd our grand parents , in that happy state , Favor'd of Heav'n fo highly , to fall off From their Creator , and transgress his ...
Say firft , ( for Heav'n hides nothing from thy view , Nor the deep tract of Hell , ) fay first what cause Mov'd our grand parents , in that happy state , Favor'd of Heav'n fo highly , to fall off From their Creator , and transgress his ...
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... whate'er his business be , Here in the heart of Hell to work in fire , Or do his errands in the gloomy deep ; What can it then avail , though yet we feel Strength undiminish'd , or eternal being , To undergo eternal punishment ?
... whate'er his business be , Here in the heart of Hell to work in fire , Or do his errands in the gloomy deep ; What can it then avail , though yet we feel Strength undiminish'd , or eternal being , To undergo eternal punishment ?
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... boundless deep . Let us not flip th ' occafion , whether scorn , Or fatiate fury yield it from our foe . Seeft thou yon , dreary plain , forlorn and wild , The feat of defolation , void of light , 175 180 185 What # What ...
... boundless deep . Let us not flip th ' occafion , whether scorn , Or fatiate fury yield it from our foe . Seeft thou yon , dreary plain , forlorn and wild , The feat of defolation , void of light , 175 180 185 What # What ...
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He call'd fo loud , that all the hollow deep Of Hell refounded . Princes , Potentates , Warriors , the flow'r of Heav'n , once yours , now loft , If fuch astonishment as this can seise 315 Eternal Spi rits ; or have ye chos'n this place ...
He call'd fo loud , that all the hollow deep Of Hell refounded . Princes , Potentates , Warriors , the flow'r of Heav'n , once yours , now loft , If fuch astonishment as this can seise 315 Eternal Spi rits ; or have ye chos'n this place ...
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Adam againſt alſo Angels appear arms behold bounds bring cloud created dark darkneſs death deep delight divine doubt dread dwell earth equal evil eyes fair faith fall fame Father faying fear fell fhall fide field fight fince fire firſt flood fome fons foon force foul fruit fuch gates glory Gods grace hand happy hath head heard heart Heav'n heav'nly Hell hill himſelf hope Italy king land laſt learned leave leſs light live loft look Mean Milton mind morn moſt muſt nature never night once pain Paradiſe peace perhaps pow'r receive reign round Satan ſhall ſhe ſhould Spirits ſuch thee thence theſe things thoſe thou thought throne till tree voice whoſe wide wings
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Page vi - What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw ; The hungry sheep look up and are not fed, But swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly and foul contagion spread; Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once and smite no more.
Page 80 - Flowers worthy of Paradise, which not nice Art In beds and curious knots, but Nature boon Pour'd forth profuse on hill, and dale, and plain...
Page 180 - Urania, and fit audience find, though few. But drive far off the barbarous dissonance Of Bacchus and his revellers, the race Of that wild rout that tore the Thracian bard In Rhodope, where woods and rocks had ears To rapture, till the savage clamour drown'd Both harp and voice ; nor could the Muse defend Her son.
Page 8 - 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 ; in bulk as huge As whom the fables name of monstrous size, Titanian, or Earth-born, that warr'd on Jove ; Briareos or Typhon, whom the den By ancient Tarsus held ; or that seabeast Leviathan, which God of all his works Created hugest that swim the ocean stream...
Page 52 - Those other two equalled with me in fate, So were I equalled with them in renown, Blind Thamyris and blind Maeonides, And Tiresias and Phineus, prophets old. Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note.
Page 113 - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise Him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Page 80 - Which from his darksome passage now appears; And now, divided into four main streams, Runs diverse, wandering many a famous realm And country, whereof here needs no account...
Page 91 - Unargued I obey, so GOD ordains; GOD is thy law, thou mine; to know no more Is woman's happiest knowledge and her praise.
Page 209 - Eve ; heaven is for thee too high To know what passes there ; be lowly wise : Think only what concerns thee and thy being ; Dream not of other worlds, what creatures there Live, in what state, condition, or degree, Contented that thus far hath been reveal'd Not of earth only, but of highest heaven...
Page 220 - She disappear'd, and left me dark: I wak'd To find her, or for ever to deplore Her loss, and other pleasures all abjure...
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| Title | Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books. The Author John Milton. From the Text of Thomas Newton D.D. |
| Author | John Milton |
| Publisher | John Baskerville, 1759 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | Apr 11, 2006 |
| Length | 416 pages |
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