Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books. The Author John Milton, Volume 1J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper, A. Ward, S. Birt, C. Hitch, B. Dod [and 5 others in London], 1746 - 378 pages |
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... words here ended , but His meek afpect Silent yet spake , and breath'd immortal love To mortal men , above which only shon Filial obedience : as a facrifice 260 265 Glad to be offer'd , he attends the will Of 78 PARADISE LOST . Book 111 .
... words here ended , but His meek afpect Silent yet spake , and breath'd immortal love To mortal men , above which only shon Filial obedience : as a facrifice 260 265 Glad to be offer'd , he attends the will Of 78 PARADISE LOST . Book 111 .
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... spake , each paffion dimm'd his face , Thrice chang'd with pale , ire , envy , and despair , 115 Which marr'd his borrow'd visage , and betray'd Him counterfeit , if any eye beheld . ( For heav'nly minds from such distempers foul Are ...
... spake , each paffion dimm'd his face , Thrice chang'd with pale , ire , envy , and despair , 115 Which marr'd his borrow'd visage , and betray'd Him counterfeit , if any eye beheld . ( For heav'nly minds from such distempers foul Are ...
Page 123
... spake . 780 Uzziel ! half these draw off , and coaft the south With strictest watch : these other wheel the north : Our circuit meets full weft . As flame they part , Half wheeling to the shield , half to the fpear . 785 From these ...
... spake . 780 Uzziel ! half these draw off , and coaft the south With strictest watch : these other wheel the north : Our circuit meets full weft . As flame they part , Half wheeling to the shield , half to the fpear . 785 From these ...
Page 133
... d her , but with startled eye On Adam ; whom embracing , thus she spake . O fole ! in whom my thoughts find all repofe , My glory , my perfection ! glad I fee Thy face , and morn return'd ; for I this Book v . PARADISE LOST . 133.
... d her , but with startled eye On Adam ; whom embracing , thus she spake . O fole ! in whom my thoughts find all repofe , My glory , my perfection ! glad I fee Thy face , and morn return'd ; for I this Book v . PARADISE LOST . 133.
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... spake . 675 Sleep'ft thou , companion dear ! what fleep can clofe Thy eye - lids , and remember'st what decree Of yesterday , fo late hath pafs'd the lips Of heav'n's Almighty ? Thou to me thy thoughts Waft wont , I mine to thee was ...
... spake . 675 Sleep'ft thou , companion dear ! what fleep can clofe Thy eye - lids , and remember'st what decree Of yesterday , fo late hath pafs'd the lips Of heav'n's Almighty ? Thou to me thy thoughts Waft wont , I mine to thee was ...
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Adam afcend againſt Angels appear'd arm'd arms battel beft behold blifs bright burning lake call'd cloſe cœleftial darkneſs deep dread earth eaſe eternal eyes faid Fair Angel fall'n Father feat feem'd fhall fide fiend fight filence fince fire firft firſt flow'rs fome fong fons foon foul fpake ftill fuch fweet glory hath heav'n heav'nly hell higheſt hill himſelf hoft JOHN MILTON juſt King laft laſt lefs leſs light loft meaſure moſt muſt night o'er pafs'd pain Paradife PARADISE LOST paſs pleaſant pow'r praiſe rais'd reaſon reft reign reply'd reſt rife rofe round Satan ſeems ſhade ſhall ſhape ſhould ſky ſpake ſpeed ſpirits ſtand ſtate ſtill ſtood ſtream ſtrength ſuch ſweet taſte thee thefe themſelves thence theſe things thofe thoſe thou thoughts thouſand thro throne thy felf Tow'rds turn'd vex'd whence whofe whoſe wings worfe worſe
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Page 23 - Arch-Angel : but his face Deep scars of thunder had intrench'd ; and care Sat on his faded cheek, but under brows 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...
Page 153 - Hear, all ye angels, progeny of light, Thrones, dominations, princedoms, virtues, powers ; Hear my decree, which unrevoked shall stand. This day I have begot whom I declare My only Son, and on this holy hill Him have anointed, whom ye now behold At my right hand; your head I him appoint; And by myself have sworn, to him shall bow All knees in heaven, and shall confess him Lord...
Page 105 - Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose : Another side, umbrageous grots and caves Of cool recess, o'er which the mantling vine Lays forth her purple grape, and gently creeps Luxuriant; meanwhile murmuring waters fall Down the slope hills, dispersed, or in a lake, That to the fringed bank with myrtle crown'd Her crystal mirror holds, unite their streams.
Page 133 - Awake: the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us; we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended plants, how blows the citron grove, What drops the myrrh, and what the balmy reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the bee Sits on the bloom, extracting liquid sweet.
Page 195 - So spake the Son, and into terror changed His countenance, too severe to be beheld, And full of wrath bent on his enemies. At once the four spread out their starry wings With dreadful shade contiguous, and the orbs Of his fierce chariot roll'd, as with the sound Of torrent floods, or of a numerous host.
Page 111 - O thou, for whom And from whom I was form'd, flesh of thy flesh, And without whom am to no end ; my guide And head ! what thou hast said is just and right. For we to him, indeed, all praises owe, And daily thanks ; I chiefly, who enjoy So far the happier lot, enjoying thee Pre-eminent by so much odds, while thou Like consort to thyself canst no where find.
Page 15 - God's high sufferance for the trial of man By falsities and lies the greatest part Of mankind they corrupted to forsake God their Creator, and the...
Page 100 - Short intermission bought with double smart. This knows my Punisher ; therefore as far From granting he, as I from begging, peace. All hope excluded thus, behold...
Page 105 - If true, here only, and of delicious taste : Betwixt them lawns, or level downs, and flocks Grazing the tender herb, were interposed ; Or palmy hillock, or the flowery lap Of some irriguous valley spread her store, Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose...
Page 139 - 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.