The Paradise Lost of Milton, Volume 1 |
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From me , whom he created what I was In that bright eminence , and with his good Upbraided none ; nor was his service hard . What could be less than to afford him praise , The easiest recompence , and pay him thanks , How due ! yet all ...
From me , whom he created what I was In that bright eminence , and with his good Upbraided none ; nor was his service hard . What could be less than to afford him praise , The easiest recompence , and pay him thanks , How due ! yet all ...
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Adam Angels appeared arms battle behold bliss bounds bring called cloud created dark death deeds deep delight Designed divine dread earth equal eternal evil fair fall Father fear fell field fire flames flowers force formed fruit gates glory Gods gold grace half hand happy hast hath head Heaven Hell hill honour hope host King less light live look lost Mean mind morn move nature never night o'er once pain Paradise passed perhaps praise rage raised receive reign rest rise round Satan seat seemed serve shade shape side sight sons soon sound spake Spirits stand stood sweet taste thee thence things thou thoughts throne thunder tree turned voice whence wide winds wings wonder worse
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Page 138 - But neither breath of morn, when she ascends With charm of earliest birds, nor rising sun On this delightful land, nor herb, fruit, flower, Glistering with dew, nor fragrance after showers, Nor grateful evening mild, nor silent night, With this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon, Or glittering starlight, without thee is sweet.
Page 13 - Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell Receive thy new possessor; one who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.
Page 162 - Ye mists and exhalations, that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky, or gray, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the world's great Author rise...
Page 139 - Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep. All these with ceaseless praise his works behold, Both day and night. How often, from the steep Of echoing hill or thicket have we heard Celestial voices to the midnight air, Sole, or responsive each to others...
Page 136 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Page 114 - O thou that, with surpassing glory crowned, Look'st from thy sole dominion like the god Of this new World — at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminished heads — to thee I call, But with no friendly voice, and add thy name, 0 Sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams, That bring to my remembrance from what state 1 fell, how glorious once above thy sphere...
Page 81 - Whose fountain who shall tell ? Before the Sun, Before the Heavens, thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle, didst invest The rising World of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless Infinite...
Page 138 - When first on this delightful Land he spreads His orient Beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful Evening mild...
Page 83 - And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. So much the rather thou, celestial Light Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate, there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight.
Page 161 - 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.
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| Title | The Paradise Lost of Milton, Volume 1 Volume 1 of The Paradise Lost of Milton with Illustrations, John Milton The Paradise Lost of Milton, John Milton The Paradise Lost of Milton: With Illustrations, Designed and Engraved by John Martin, John Martin |
| Illustrated by | John Milton, John Martin |
| Publisher | Septimus Prowett, 1827 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | Feb 27, 2008 |
| Length | 24 pages |
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