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Adam Almighty angels arms battle began behold bliss BOOK bounds bright bring cloud command created creatures dark death deep delight divine dread dwell earth equal eternal evil eyes fair fall Father fear fell field fire force fruit gates glory Gods gold golden grace half hand happy hast hath head heard Heav'n Hell hill hope host King land less light living look lost mind morn nature night o'er once pain Paradise perhaps pow'r powers praise pure receive reign rest rise rose round Satan seat seem'd shade shape side sight sons soon sound spake spi'rits stand stars stood strength sweet taste thee thence things thou thought throne till tree voice whence wide winds wings worse
Page 18 - With lust and violence the house of God ? In courts and palaces he also reigns And in luxurious cities, where the noise Of ri'ot ascends above their loftiest towers, And...
Page 67 - Or hear'st thou rather, pure ethereal stream, 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 96 - So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear, Farewell remorse ! all good to me is lost ; Evil, be thou my good : by thee at least Divided empire with heaven's King I hold, By thee, and more than half perhaps will reign, As man ere long, and this new world shall know.
Page 50 - Puts on swift wings, and towards the gates of hell Explores his solitary flight : sometimes He scours the right hand coast, sometimes the left ; Now shaves with level wing the deep, then soars Up to the fiery concave towering high. As when far off at sea a fleet descried Hangs in the clouds, by equinoctial winds Close sailing from Bengala...
Page 25 - Sheer o'er the crystal battlements: from morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, A summer's day; and with the setting sun Dropt from the zenith, like a falling star, On Lemnos, the Aegean isle.
Page 99 - Thence up he flew, and on the tree of life, The middle tree and highest there that grew, Sat like a cormorant...