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John Milton. 700 By Spirits reprobate , and in an hour What in an age they with incessant toil And hands innumerable scarce perform . Nigh on the plain in many cells prepar'd , That underneath had veins of liquid fire Sluic'd from the ...
John Milton. 700 By Spirits reprobate , and in an hour What in an age they with incessant toil And hands innumerable scarce perform . Nigh on the plain in many cells prepar'd , That underneath had veins of liquid fire Sluic'd from the ...
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... Spirit That fought in Heav'n , now fiercer by despair : 45 His trust was with th ' Eternal to be deem'd Equal in strength , and rather than be less Car'd not to be at all ; with that care lost Went all his fear : of God , or Hell , or ...
... Spirit That fought in Heav'n , now fiercer by despair : 45 His trust was with th ' Eternal to be deem'd Equal in strength , and rather than be less Car'd not to be at all ; with that care lost Went all his fear : of God , or Hell , or ...
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... Spirits damn'd Lose all their virtue ; lest bad men should boast Their specious deeds on earth , which glory ' excites , Or close ambition varnish'd o'er with zeal , 485 Thus they their doubtful consultations dark Ended rejoicing in ...
... Spirits damn'd Lose all their virtue ; lest bad men should boast Their specious deeds on earth , which glory ' excites , Or close ambition varnish'd o'er with zeal , 485 Thus they their doubtful consultations dark Ended rejoicing in ...
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... own heroic deeds and hapless fall By doom of battle ; and complain that fate 550 Free virtue should inthrall to force her chance . Their song was partial , but the harmony ( What could it less when Spirits immortal sing ! PARADISE LOST .
... own heroic deeds and hapless fall By doom of battle ; and complain that fate 550 Free virtue should inthrall to force her chance . Their song was partial , but the harmony ( What could it less when Spirits immortal sing ! PARADISE LOST .
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John Milton. ( What could it less when Spirits immortal sing ! ) Suspended Hell , and took with ravishment The thronging audience . In discourse more sweet 555 ( For eloquence the soul , song charms the sense , ) Others apart sat on a ...
John Milton. ( What could it less when Spirits immortal sing ! ) Suspended Hell , and took with ravishment The thronging audience . In discourse more sweet 555 ( For eloquence the soul , song charms the sense , ) Others apart sat on a ...
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Page 133 - Rising or falling still advance his praise. 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 263 - So saying, her rash hand in evil hour Forth reaching to the Fruit, she pluck'd, she eat: Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat Sighing through all her Works gave signs of woe, That all was lost.
Page 2 - 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 114 - Shine not in vain ; nor think, though men were none, That heaven would want spectators, God want praise. Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep. All these with ceaseless praise his works behold Both day and night...
Page 133 - Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels ! for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing : ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end. 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 26 - From heaven, they fabled, thrown by angry Jove 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...
Page 252 - As one, who long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air, Forth issuing on a summer's morn, to breathe Among the pleasant villages and farms Adjoin'd, from each thing met conceives delight; The smell of grain, or tedded grass, or kine, Or dairy, each rural sight, each rural sound...
Page 25 - 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 29 - HIGH on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind, Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold, Satan exalted sat...
Page 66 - Those other two equalled with me in fate, So were I equalled with them in renown, Blind Thamyris and blind Maeonides, And Tiresias and Phineus prophets old; Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note.