The Works of the English Poets: Milton
H. Hughs, 1779 - English poetry
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Adam againſt Angels appear'd arm'd arms battel behold blifs bright caft call'd celeftial Cherub Cherubim darkneſs deep defire delight dread earth elfe erft eternal fafe faid Fair Angel feat feem'd feems fhade fhall fhape fhould fide fight filence fince fire firft firſt fleep fome fons foon foul fpake ftill ftood fuch gates gloriously bright glory happy hath Heav'n heav'nly Hell higheſt highth hill himſelf hoft juft king laſt lefs leſs light loft meaſure moſt muſt night o'er ordain'd pafs'd pain Paradife PARADISE LOST pleas'd pow'r praiſe rais'd reft reign reply'd rife rofe round Satan ſhall ſhape ſpake Spirits ſtand ſtars ſtate ſteps ſtill ſtood ſtream ſtrength ſweet taſte Thammuz thee thefe thence theſe things thither thofe thoſe thou thoughts thouſand throne turn'd univerfal vex'd wand'ring whofe whoſe wings worfe worſe
Page 9 - Almighty hath not built Here for his envy, will not drive us hence: 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 204 - Thou sun, said I, fair light, And thou enlighten'd earth, so fresh and gay, Ye hills and dales, ye rivers, woods, and plains, And ye that live and move, fair creatures, tell, Tell, if ye saw, how came I thus, how here?
Page 3 - A dungeon horrible, on all sides round, As one great furnace flamed; yet from those flames No light; but rather darkness visible Served only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes That comes to all, but torture without end Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed With ever-burning sulphur unconsumed.
Page 113 - His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
Page 54 - 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 54 - 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 12 - They heard, and were abashed, and up they sprung Upon the wing, as when men wont to watch On duty, sleeping found by whom they dread, Rouse and bestir themselves ere well awake. Nor did they not perceive the evil plight In which they were, or the fierce pains not feel; Yet to their general's voice they soon obeyed Innumerable.
Page 113 - 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.
Page 53 - Or of the eternal co-eternal beam, May I express thee unblamed ? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate.
Page 111 - Evil into the mind of God or man May come and go, so unapproved, and leave No spot or blame behind...