The Paradise Lost of Milton, Volum 1Septimus Prowett, 1827 - 24 pàgines |
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Pàgina 10
... head up - lift 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 ; in bulk as huge As whom the fables name of monstrous size , Titanian , or ...
... head up - lift 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 ; in bulk as huge As whom the fables name of monstrous size , Titanian , or ...
Pàgina 11
... head ; but that the will And high permission of all - ruling Heaven Left him at large to his own dark designs ; That with reiterated crimes he might Heap on himself damnation , while he sought Evil to others ; and , enraged , might see ...
... head ; but that the will And high permission of all - ruling Heaven Left him at large to his own dark designs ; That with reiterated crimes he might Heap on himself damnation , while he sought Evil to others ; and , enraged , might see ...
Pàgina 17
... heads and leaders thither haste where stood Their great Commander ; Godlike shapes , and forms Excelling human ; princely Dignities ; And Powers that erst in Heaven sat on thrones ; Though of their names in heavenly records now Be no ...
... heads and leaders thither haste where stood Their great Commander ; Godlike shapes , and forms Excelling human ; princely Dignities ; And Powers that erst in Heaven sat on thrones ; Though of their names in heavenly records now Be no ...
Pàgina 20
... heads as low Bowed down in battle , sunk before the spear Of despicable foes . With these in troop Came Astoreth , whom the Phoenicians called Astarte , queen of Heaven , with crescent ... head and hands lopt off 20 [ BOOK I. PARADISE LOST .
... heads as low Bowed down in battle , sunk before the spear Of despicable foes . With these in troop Came Astoreth , whom the Phoenicians called Astarte , queen of Heaven , with crescent ... head and hands lopt off 20 [ BOOK I. PARADISE LOST .
Pàgina 21
Maimed his brute image , head and hands lopt off In his own temple , on the grunsel edge , Where he fell flat , and shamed his worshippers : Dagon his name , sea - monster , upward man And downward fish : yet had his temple high Reared ...
Maimed his brute image , head and hands lopt off In his own temple , on the grunsel edge , Where he fell flat , and shamed his worshippers : Dagon his name , sea - monster , upward man And downward fish : yet had his temple high Reared ...
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Abdiel Adam adore Almighty angelick Angels Arch-Angel arms battle Beelzebub behold Belial bliss burning lake celestial chariot Cherub Cherubim cloud creatures dark deeds deep delight Designed & Engraved divine dread earth equal eternal ethereal evil fair Fair Angel fall Father fear fell Fiend fierce fiery fire flames flowers gates glory Gods gold golden grace hand happy hast hate hath Heaven heavenly Hell highth hill honour horrid horrour host infernal Ithuriel King legions less light Messiah Moloch night o'er once ordained pain PARADISE LOST praise rage reign revenge round Satan Satan return scaped seat seemed Seraph Seraphim shade shalt shape sight soon sovran spake Spirits stood sweet taste terrour Thammuz thee thence thine things thither thou thoughts throne thunder thyself Uriel wall of Heaven Weening whence winds wings wonder Zephon
Passatges populars
Pàgina 138 - But neither breath of morn, when she ascends With charm of earliest birds, nor rising sun On this delightful land, nor herb, fruit, flower, Glistering with dew, nor fragrance after showers, Nor grateful evening mild, nor silent night, With this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon, Or glittering starlight, without thee is sweet.
Pàgina 13 - Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell Receive thy new possessor; one who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.
Pàgina 162 - Ye mists and exhalations, that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky, or gray, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the world's great Author rise...
Pàgina 139 - 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. How often, from the steep Of echoing hill or thicket have we heard Celestial voices to the midnight air, Sole, or responsive each to others...
Pàgina 136 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Pàgina 114 - O thou that, with surpassing glory crowned, Look'st from thy sole dominion like the god Of this new World — at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminished heads — to thee I call, But with no friendly voice, and add thy name, 0 Sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams, That bring to my remembrance from what state 1 fell, how glorious once above thy sphere...
Pàgina 81 - Whose fountain who shall tell ? Before the Sun, Before the Heavens, thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle, didst invest The rising World of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless Infinite...
Pàgina 138 - When first on this delightful Land he spreads His orient Beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful Evening mild...
Pàgina 83 - And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. So much the rather thou, celestial Light Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate, there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight.
Pàgina 161 - 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.