Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books. The Author John Milton. From the Text of Thomas Newton D.D. |
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Where couldst thou words of fuch a compass find ? Whence furnish such a vast expense of mind ? Just Heav'n thee like Tirefias to requite Rewards with prophecy thy lofs of fight . Well might'ft thou scorn thy readers to allure With ...
Where couldst thou words of fuch a compass find ? Whence furnish such a vast expense of mind ? Just Heav'n thee like Tirefias to requite Rewards with prophecy thy lofs of fight . Well might'ft thou scorn thy readers to allure With ...
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But that Milton is not in Oxfordshire , but in Barkshire ; and upon inquiry I find , that there are no fuch monuments in that church , nor any remains of them . It is more probable therefore that the family came , as Mr. Wood fays ...
But that Milton is not in Oxfordshire , but in Barkshire ; and upon inquiry I find , that there are no fuch monuments in that church , nor any remains of them . It is more probable therefore that the family came , as Mr. Wood fays ...
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In this early time of his life fuch was his love of learning , and fo great was his ambition to surpass his equals , that from his twelfth year he commonly continued his ftudies till midnight , which ( as he says himself in his second ...
In this early time of his life fuch was his love of learning , and fo great was his ambition to surpass his equals , that from his twelfth year he commonly continued his ftudies till midnight , which ( as he says himself in his second ...
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... being of an age to make the proper improvements , and not barely to fee fights and to learn the languages , like most of our modern travellers , who go out boys , and return such as we fee , but fuch as I do not choose to name .
... being of an age to make the proper improvements , and not barely to fee fights and to learn the languages , like most of our modern travellers , who go out boys , and return such as we fee , but fuch as I do not choose to name .
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We may fuppofe that Milton was not a little pleased with the honors conferred upon him by fo many perfons of diftinction , and especially by one of fuch quality and eminence as the Marquis of Villa ; and as a teftimony of his gratitude ...
We may fuppofe that Milton was not a little pleased with the honors conferred upon him by fo many perfons of diftinction , and especially by one of fuch quality and eminence as the Marquis of Villa ; and as a teftimony of his gratitude ...
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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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