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 55
... Thou art my father , thou my author , thou My being gav'st me ; whom should I obey But thee , whom follow thou wilt bring me foon To that new world of light and bliss , among The Gods who live at cafe , where I fhall reign At thy right ...
... Thou art my father , thou my author , thou My being gav'st me ; whom should I obey But thee , whom follow thou wilt bring me foon To that new world of light and bliss , among The Gods who live at cafe , where I fhall reign At thy right ...
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... thou rather pure ethereal stream , Whose fountain who shall tell ? before the fun , Before the heav'ns thou wert , and at the voice Of God , as with a mantle did invest The rifing world of waters dark and deep , Won from the void and ...
... thou rather pure ethereal stream , Whose fountain who shall tell ? before the fun , Before the heav'ns thou wert , and at the voice Of God , as with a mantle did invest The rifing world of waters dark and deep , Won from the void and ...
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... thou thyself Abolish thy creation , and unmake , For him , what for thy glory thou haft made ? So should thy goodness and thy greatness both Be question'd and blafphem'd without defence . To whom the great Creator thus reply'd . O fon ...
... thou thyself Abolish thy creation , and unmake , For him , what for thy glory thou haft made ? So should thy goodness and thy greatness both Be question'd and blafphem'd without defence . To whom the great Creator thus reply'd . O fon ...
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... Thou wilt not leave me in the loathsome grave His prey , nor fuffer my unfpotted foul For ever with corruption there to dwell ; But I fhall rife victorious , and subdue My vanquisher , spoil'd of his vanted spoil ; Death his death's ...
... Thou wilt not leave me in the loathsome grave His prey , nor fuffer my unfpotted foul For ever with corruption there to dwell ; But I fhall rife victorious , and subdue My vanquisher , spoil'd of his vanted spoil ; Death his death's ...
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... thou know'st how dear , To me are all my works , nor man the leaft Though last created , that for him I spare Thee from my bofom and right hand , to save , By loofing thee a while , the whole race loft . Thou therefore whom thou only ...
... thou know'st how dear , To me are all my works , nor man the leaft Though last created , that for him I spare Thee from my bofom and right hand , to save , By loofing thee a while , the whole race loft . Thou therefore whom thou only ...
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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.