The Works of John Milton, in Verse and Prose, Printed from the Original Editions with a Life of the Author, Volume 2W. Pickering, 1851 |
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... stood and call'd His Legions , Angel Forms , who lay intrans't Thick as Autumnal Leaves that ftrow the Brooks In Vallombrofa , where th ' Etrurian shades High overarch❜t imbowr ; or scatterd fedge Afloat , when with fierce Winds Orion ...
... stood and call'd His Legions , Angel Forms , who lay intrans't Thick as Autumnal Leaves that ftrow the Brooks In Vallombrofa , where th ' Etrurian shades High overarch❜t imbowr ; or scatterd fedge Afloat , when with fierce Winds Orion ...
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... stood Their great Commander ; Godlike shapes and forms Excelling human , Princely Dignities , 359 And Powers that earft in Heaven fat on Thrones ; Though of their Names in heav'nly Records now Be no memorial , blotted out and ras'd By ...
... stood Their great Commander ; Godlike shapes and forms Excelling human , Princely Dignities , 359 And Powers that earft in Heaven fat on Thrones ; Though of their Names in heav'nly Records now Be no memorial , blotted out and ras'd By ...
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... stood on the bare strand , While the promiscuous croud stood yet aloof ? The chief were those who from the Pit of Hell Roaming to seek their prey on earth , durft fix Their Seats long after next the Seat of God , Their Altars by his ...
... stood on the bare strand , While the promiscuous croud stood yet aloof ? The chief were those who from the Pit of Hell Roaming to seek their prey on earth , durft fix Their Seats long after next the Seat of God , Their Altars by his ...
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... , or more grofs to love Vice for it felf : To him no Temple stood Or Altar smoak'd ; yet who more oft then hee In Temples and at Altars , when the Priest 491 Turns Atheist , as did Elys Sons , who fill'd 18 Book I. PARADISE LOST .
... , or more grofs to love Vice for it felf : To him no Temple stood Or Altar smoak'd ; yet who more oft then hee In Temples and at Altars , when the Priest 491 Turns Atheist , as did Elys Sons , who fill'd 18 Book I. PARADISE LOST .
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... Biferta fent from Afric fhore When Charlemain with all his Peerage fell Thus far thefe beyond vefs , yet obferv'd he above the reft idly eminent 590 Stood like a Towr ; his form had yet not. Book 1 . 21 PARADISE LOST .
... Biferta fent from Afric fhore When Charlemain with all his Peerage fell Thus far thefe beyond vefs , yet obferv'd he above the reft idly eminent 590 Stood like a Towr ; his form had yet not. Book 1 . 21 PARADISE LOST .
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Page 178 - 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 22 - Of dauntless courage, and considerate pride Waiting revenge : cruel his eye, but cast Signs of remorse and passion to behold The fellows of his crime, the followers rather, Far other once beheld in bliss, condemn'd For ever now to have their lot in pain, Millions of spirits for his fault amerced...
Page 88 - 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, Till pride and worse ambition threw me down, Warring in Heaven against Heaven's matchless King!
Page 185 - And God said, Let there be a firmament in the midst of the waters, and let it divide the waters from the waters. And God made the firmament, and divided the waters which were under the firmament from the waters which were above the firmament: and it was so. And God called the firmament Heaven. And the evening and the morning were the second day.
Page 10 - Is this the region, this the soil, the clime,' Said then the lost Archangel, ' this the seat That we must change for Heaven ? this mournful gloom For that celestial light ? Be it so, since he Who now is...
Page 124 - 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 205 - That not to know at large of things remote From use, obscure and subtle,; but to know That which before us lies in daily life, Is the prime wisdom...
Page 308 - Dire was the tossing, deep the groans : Despair Tended the sick, busiest from couch to couch ; And over them triumphant Death his dart Shook, but delay'd to strike, though oft invoked With vows, as their chief good, and final hope.
Page 5 - 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 42 - O Progeny of Heaven, Empyreal Thrones, With reason hath deep silence and demur Seized us, though undismayed : long is the way And hard, that out of Hell leads up to Light...