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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Page 45
... foul , fong charms the sense , ) Others apart fat on a hill retir'd , In thoughts more elevate , and reason'd high Of providence , foreknowledge , will and fate , Fixt fate , free will , foreknowledge abfolute , And found no end , in ...
... foul , fong charms the sense , ) Others apart fat on a hill retir'd , In thoughts more elevate , and reason'd high Of providence , foreknowledge , will and fate , Fixt fate , free will , foreknowledge abfolute , And found no end , in ...
Page 48
... foul in many a scaly fold Voluminous , and vaft , a serpent arm'd With mortal fting : about her middle round A cry of hell - hounds never ceafing bark'd With wide Cerberian mouths full loud , and rung A hideous peal : yet , when they ...
... foul in many a scaly fold Voluminous , and vaft , a serpent arm'd With mortal fting : about her middle round A cry of hell - hounds never ceafing bark'd With wide Cerberian mouths full loud , and rung A hideous peal : yet , when they ...
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... foul ? once deem'd so fair In heav'n , when at th'assembly , and in fight Of all the seraphim with thee combin'd In bold confpiracy against heav'n's king , All on a fudden miserable pain Surpriz'd thee , dim thine eyes , and dizzy swumm ...
... foul ? once deem'd so fair In heav'n , when at th'assembly , and in fight Of all the seraphim with thee combin'd In bold confpiracy against heav'n's king , All on a fudden miserable pain Surpriz'd thee , dim thine eyes , and dizzy swumm ...
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... foul Ingendring with me , of that rape begot Thefe yelling monsters that with ceaseless cry Surround me , as thou faw'ft , hourly conceiv'd And hourly born , with forrow infinite To me , for when they lift into the womb That bred them ...
... foul Ingendring with me , of that rape begot Thefe yelling monsters that with ceaseless cry Surround me , as thou faw'ft , hourly conceiv'd And hourly born , with forrow infinite To me , for when they lift into the womb That bred them ...
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... foul hath chief delight , Son of my bofom , son who art alone My word , my wisdom , and effectual might , All haft thou spok'n as my thoughts are , all As my eternal purpose hath decreed ; Man fhall not quite be loft , but fav'd who ...
... foul hath chief delight , Son of my bofom , son who art alone My word , my wisdom , and effectual might , All haft thou spok'n as my thoughts are , all As my eternal purpose hath decreed ; Man fhall not quite be loft , but fav'd who ...
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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.