Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve Books. The Author John Milton. According to the Author's Last Edition, in the Year 1674W. and W. Smith, P. Wilson, and T. Ewing, 1767 - 348 pages |
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... spake , and at her words the hellish peft Forebore , then these to her Satan réturn'd : So ftrange thy outery , and thy words so strange Thou interpofeft , that my fudden händ Prevented spares to tell thee yet by deeds What it intends ...
... spake , and at her words the hellish peft Forebore , then these to her Satan réturn'd : So ftrange thy outery , and thy words so strange Thou interpofeft , that my fudden händ Prevented spares to tell thee yet by deeds What it intends ...
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... spake . Only begotten Son , feest thou what rage Transports our adversarie , whom no bounds Prefcrib'd , no barrs of hell , nor all the chains Heapt on him there , nor yet the main abyss Wide interrupt can hold ; so bent he seems On ...
... spake . Only begotten Son , feest thou what rage Transports our adversarie , whom no bounds Prefcrib'd , no barrs of hell , nor all the chains Heapt on him there , nor yet the main abyss Wide interrupt can hold ; so bent he seems On ...
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... spake . O father , gracious was that word which clos'd Thy fovran sentence , that man should find grace ; For which both heav'n and earth fhall high extoll Thy praises , with th innumerable found Of hymns and facred fongs , wherewith ...
... spake . O father , gracious was that word which clos'd Thy fovran sentence , that man should find grace ; For which both heav'n and earth fhall high extoll Thy praises , with th innumerable found Of hymns and facred fongs , wherewith ...
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... spake . Why haft thou , Satan , broke the bounds prefcrib'd To thy tranfgreffions , and disturb'd the charge Of others , who approve not to tranfgrefs By thy example , but have power and right To question thy bold entrance on this place ...
... spake . Why haft thou , Satan , broke the bounds prefcrib'd To thy tranfgreffions , and disturb'd the charge Of others , who approve not to tranfgrefs By thy example , but have power and right To question thy bold entrance on this place ...
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... , how the bee Sits on the bloom extracting liquid fweet . Such whifp'ring wak'd her , but with startl'd eye On Adam , whom imbracing , thus she spake . O fole in whom my thoughts find all repose , PARADISE LOS T. воок ...
... , how the bee Sits on the bloom extracting liquid fweet . Such whifp'ring wak'd her , but with startl'd eye On Adam , whom imbracing , thus she spake . O fole in whom my thoughts find all repose , PARADISE LOS T. воок ...
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Adam Ægypt againſt alſo angels arm'd beaſt behold beſt blifs call'd cauſe cherubim cloud darkneſs death deep defcend defire divine earth eaſe elfe erft evil eyes faid fair feat feem'd ferpent fhall fide fight fince fire firft firſt fome foon foul fpake fruit ftill fuch gate glory hath heav'n heav'nly hell higheſt highth hill himſelf hoft juſt laft laſt leaſt lefs leſs light loft moſt muſt night o're Paradife paſs paſt pleas'd pleaſant pleaſure praiſe puniſhment rais'd reaſon reft repli'd reſt return'd rife rofe Satan ſeems ſhade ſhall ſhame ſhape ſhe ſhould ſome ſon ſpake ſpirit ſtand ſtars ſtate ſteps ſtill ſtood ſtrength ſuch ſweet tafte taſte thee thefe themſelves thence theſe thine things thofe thoſe thou thoughts thouſand throne tree turn'd wandring whofe whoſe wings wiſdom worfe worſe
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Page 124 - 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 88 - Ah, wherefore! he deserved no such return From me, whom he created what I was In that bright eminence, and with his good Upbraided none; nor was his service hard.
Page 121 - Evil into the mind of God or man May come and go, so unapproved, and leave No spot or blame behind...
Page 251 - Matter of scorn, not to be given the foe. However, I with thee have fix'd my lot, Certain to undergo like doom; if death Consort with thee, death is to me as life; So forcible within my heart I feel The bond of nature draw me to my own, My own in thee, for what thou art is mine; Our state cannot be sever'd, we are one, One flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself.
Page 44 - Typhoean rage more fell, Rend up both rocks and hills, and ride the air In whirlwind ; hell scarce holds the wild uproar.
Page 7 - Thus Satan, talking to his nearest mate, With head uplift above the wave, and eyes That sparkling blazed ; his other parts besides, Prone on the flood, extended long and large, Lay floating many a rood...
Page 32 - Devoid of sense and motion? And who knows, Let this be good, whether our angry foe Can give it, or will ever? How he can Is doubtful; that he never will is sure.
Page 147 - Abdiel, faithful found, Among the faithless faithful only he; Among innumerable false unmoved, Unshaken, unseduced, unterrified, His loyalty he kept, his love, his zeal ; Nor number nor example with him wrought To swerve from truth, or change his constant mind, Though single.
Page 208 - Tell, if ye saw, how came I thus, how here? Not of myself; by some great Maker then, In goodness and in power pre-eminent: Tell me how may I know him, how adore, From whom I have that thus I move and live, And feel that I am happier than I know...
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.