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... highth . He scarce had ceas'd , when the superior fiend Was moving toward the shore ; his ponderous shield , 280 285 Ethereal temper , massy , large , and round , Behind him cast ; the broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the ...
... highth . He scarce had ceas'd , when the superior fiend Was moving toward the shore ; his ponderous shield , 280 285 Ethereal temper , massy , large , and round , Behind him cast ; the broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the ...
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John Milton. Of flutes and soft recorders ; such as rais'd To highth of noblest temper heroes old Arming to battle ; and instead of rage Deliberate valor breath'd , firm , and unmov'd With dread of death to flight or foul retreat ; 555 ...
John Milton. Of flutes and soft recorders ; such as rais'd To highth of noblest temper heroes old Arming to battle ; and instead of rage Deliberate valor breath'd , firm , and unmov'd With dread of death to flight or foul retreat ; 555 ...
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... highth , and straight the doors , Op'ning their brazen folds , discover , wide Within , her ample spaces , o'er the smooth And level pavement : from the arched roof , Pendent by subtle magic , many a row Of starry lamps and blazing ...
... highth , and straight the doors , Op'ning their brazen folds , discover , wide Within , her ample spaces , o'er the smooth And level pavement : from the arched roof , Pendent by subtle magic , many a row Of starry lamps and blazing ...
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... highth enrag'd , 95 Will either quite consume us , and reduce To nothing this essential ; happier far , Than miserable to have eternal being . Or if our substance be indeed divine , And cannot cease to be , we are at worst On this side ...
... highth enrag'd , 95 Will either quite consume us , and reduce To nothing this essential ; happier far , Than miserable to have eternal being . Or if our substance be indeed divine , And cannot cease to be , we are at worst On this side ...
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... highth All these our motions vain sees and derides ; Not more almighty to resist our might , Than wise to frustrate all our plots and wiles . Shall we then live thus vile , the race of heav'n , 190 174 His ] Consult Bentley , and ...
... highth All these our motions vain sees and derides ; Not more almighty to resist our might , Than wise to frustrate all our plots and wiles . Shall we then live thus vile , the race of heav'n , 190 174 His ] Consult Bentley , and ...
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Page 4 - 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 32 - Rose like an exhalation, with the sound Of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet, Built like a temple, where pilasters round Were set, and Doric pillars overlaid With golden architrave; nor did there want Cornice or frieze, with bossy sculptures graven, The roof was fretted gold.
Page 64 - For each seem'd either: black it stood as night, Fierce as ten furies, terrible as Hell, And shook a dreadful dart ; what seem'd his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on.
Page 3 - With vain attempt. Him the Almighty Power Hurled headlong flaming from the ethereal sky With hideous ruin and combustion down To bottomless perdition, there to dwell In adamantine* chains and penal fire, Who durst defy the Omnipotent to arms.
Page 82 - Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note...
Page 64 - That dar'st, though grim and terrible, advance Thy miscreated front athwart my way To yonder gates ? Through them I mean to pass, That be assured, without leave asked of thee. Retire ; or taste thy folly, and learn by proof, Hell-born, not to contend with Spirits of Heaven.
Page 125 - For a man indeed ought not to cover his head, forasmuch as he is the image and glory of God : but the woman is the glory of the man. For the man is not of the woman; but the woman of the man. Neither was the man created for the woman ; but the woman for the man.
Page 3 - Before all temples the upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for Thou know'st; Thou from the first Wast present, and, with mighty wings outspread, Dove-like sat'st brooding on the vast abyss, And mad'st it pregnant: what in me is dark Illumine, what is low raise and support; That to the height of this great argument I may assert eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men.
Page 10 - Created hugest that swim the ocean stream: Him, haply, slumbering on the Norway foam, The pilot of some small night-founder'd skiff Deeming some island, oft, as seamen tell, With fixed anchor in his scaly rind Moors by his side under the lee, while night Invests the sea, and wished morn delays...
Page 137 - 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...