Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books, Volume 1J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper; and for S. Birt, C. Hitch, J. Hodges [and seven others in London], 1750 |
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... most worthy , to Lord Sommers , or One like Him a judge and patron of arts , and illuftrious both in the commonwealth of men and the commonwealth of letters . A 2 But But this edition hath a peculiar right and title to To the RIGHT ...
... most worthy , to Lord Sommers , or One like Him a judge and patron of arts , and illuftrious both in the commonwealth of men and the commonwealth of letters . A 2 But But this edition hath a peculiar right and title to To the RIGHT ...
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... You had foreseen any difficulty of maintaining Yourself in power , as that is a flippery and uncertain fituation , You . might have fecured Yourself in the poffeffion feffion of any of the most lucrative employments , and DEDICATION .
... You had foreseen any difficulty of maintaining Yourself in power , as that is a flippery and uncertain fituation , You . might have fecured Yourself in the poffeffion feffion of any of the most lucrative employments , and DEDICATION .
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A Poem, in Twelve Books John Milton. feffion of any of the most lucrative employments , and might have enjoyed it with a patent for life . But Your Lordship was content to leave others in place and power , who You thought were most able ...
A Poem, in Twelve Books John Milton. feffion of any of the most lucrative employments , and might have enjoyed it with a patent for life . But Your Lordship was content to leave others in place and power , who You thought were most able ...
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... most difficult paffages . But we who undertake to publish Milton's Paradife Loft are not reduced to that uncertainty ; we are not left floting in the wide ocean of conjecture , but have a chart and compass to steer by ; we have an ...
... most difficult paffages . But we who undertake to publish Milton's Paradife Loft are not reduced to that uncertainty ; we are not left floting in the wide ocean of conjecture , but have a chart and compass to steer by ; we have an ...
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... most copious annotator . He laid the foundation , but he laid it among infinite heaps of rubbish . The greater part of his work is a dull dictionary of the most common words , a tedious fardel of the most trivial obfervations ...
... most copious annotator . He laid the foundation , but he laid it among infinite heaps of rubbish . The greater part of his work is a dull dictionary of the most common words , a tedious fardel of the most trivial obfervations ...
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Page 26 - Here we may reign secure ; and, in my choice, To reign is worth ambition, though in Hell : Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven.
Page 238 - O thou that, with surpassing glory crown'd, Look'st from thy sole dominion, like the god Of this new world, at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminish'd 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 3 - Sing, heavenly muse, that on the secret top Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire That shepherd who first taught the chosen seed, In the beginning how the heavens and earth Rose out of chaos : or, if Sion hill Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook that flow'd Fast by the oracle of God, I thence Invoke thy aid to my adventrous song, That with no middle flight intends to soar Above the Aonian mount, while it pursues Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme.
Page 470 - 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. He on his impious foes right onward drove, Gloomy as night ; under his burning wheels The steadfast empyrean shook throughout, All but the throne itself of God.
Page 253 - 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 174 - 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 179 - 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 334 - 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 179 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Page 151 - Chaos umpire sits, And by decision more embroils the fray By which he reigns : next him, high arbiter, Chance governs all.
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| Title | Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books, Volume 1 Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books, Thomas Newton |
| Author | John Milton |
| Illustrated by | John Miller |
| Publisher | J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper; and for S. Birt, C. Hitch, J. Hodges [and seven others in London], 1750 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | Aug 4, 2006 |
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