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 104
... taste and die : what likelier can enfue ? But firft with narrow fearch I muft walk round This garden , and no corner leave unfpi'd ' ; A chance but chance may lead where I may meet Some wandring fpirit of heav'n , by fountain fide , Or ...
... taste and die : what likelier can enfue ? But firft with narrow fearch I muft walk round This garden , and no corner leave unfpi'd ' ; A chance but chance may lead where I may meet Some wandring fpirit of heav'n , by fountain fide , Or ...
Page 122
... Taste this , and be henceforth among the gods Thyself a goddess , not to earth confin'd , But fometimes in the air , as we , fometimes Afcend to heav'n , by merit thine , and fee What life the gods live there , and fuch live thou . So ...
... Taste this , and be henceforth among the gods Thyself a goddess , not to earth confin'd , But fometimes in the air , as we , fometimes Afcend to heav'n , by merit thine , and fee What life the gods live there , and fuch live thou . So ...
Page 130
... Taste after taste upheld with kindliest change , Beftirs her then , and from each tender stalk Whatever earth all - bearing mother yeilds In India eaft 130 PARADISE LOST . V. 307 .
... Taste after taste upheld with kindliest change , Beftirs her then , and from each tender stalk Whatever earth all - bearing mother yeilds In India eaft 130 PARADISE LOST . V. 307 .
Page 133
... taste : Tafting concoct , digeft , affimilate , And corporeal to incorporeal turn . For know , whatever was created , needs To be fuftain'd and fed ; of elements The groffer feeds the purer , earth the sea , Earth and the fea feed air ...
... taste : Tafting concoct , digeft , affimilate , And corporeal to incorporeal turn . For know , whatever was created , needs To be fuftain'd and fed ; of elements The groffer feeds the purer , earth the sea , Earth and the fea feed air ...
Page 134
... taste Think not I shall be nice . So down they fat , And to their viands fell , nor feemingly The angel , nor in mift , the common glofs Of theologians , but with keen dispatch Of real hunger , and concoctive heate To tranfubftantiate ...
... taste Think not I shall be nice . So down they fat , And to their viands fell , nor feemingly The angel , nor in mift , the common glofs Of theologians , but with keen dispatch Of real hunger , and concoctive heate To tranfubftantiate ...
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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.