Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve BooksJacob Tonson in the Strand, 1826 - 350 pàgines |
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Pàgina 43
... thee : Retire or taste thy folly ; and learn by proof , Hell - born ! not to contend with Spirits of heaven . To ... thee more , Thy king and lord ? Back to thy punishment , False fugitive ! and to thy speed add wings ; Lest with a whip ...
... thee : Retire or taste thy folly ; and learn by proof , Hell - born ! not to contend with Spirits of heaven . To ... thee more , Thy king and lord ? Back to thy punishment , False fugitive ! and to thy speed add wings ; Lest with a whip ...
Pàgina 44
... thee yet by deeds What it intends ; till first I know of thee What thing thou art , thus double - form'd ; and why , In this infernal vale first met , thou call'st Me Father , and that phantasm call'st my Son : I know thee not , nor ...
... thee yet by deeds What it intends ; till first I know of thee What thing thou art , thus double - form'd ; and why , In this infernal vale first met , thou call'st Me Father , and that phantasm call'st my Son : I know thee not , nor ...
Pàgina 45
... thee combined In bold conspiracy against Heaven's King , All on a sudden miserable pain 745 750 760 Surprised thee , dim thine eyes , and dizzy swam In darkness , while thy head flames thick and fast Threw forth ; till , on the left ...
... thee combined In bold conspiracy against Heaven's King , All on a sudden miserable pain 745 750 760 Surprised thee , dim thine eyes , and dizzy swam In darkness , while thy head flames thick and fast Threw forth ; till , on the left ...
Pàgina 46
... thee , shun His deadly arrow ; neither vainly hope To be invulnerable in those bright arms , Though temper'd heavenly ; for that mortal dint , Save he who reigns above , none can resist . 805 810 815 She finish'd ; and the subtle Fiend ...
... thee , shun His deadly arrow ; neither vainly hope To be invulnerable in those bright arms , Though temper'd heavenly ; for that mortal dint , Save he who reigns above , none can resist . 805 810 815 She finish'd ; and the subtle Fiend ...
Pàgina 48
... thee ? whom follow ? thou wilt bring me soon To that new world of light and bliss , among The gods who live at ease , where I shall reign At thy right hand voluptuous , as beseems Thy daughter and thy darling , without end . Thus saying ...
... thee ? whom follow ? thou wilt bring me soon To that new world of light and bliss , among The gods who live at ease , where I shall reign At thy right hand voluptuous , as beseems Thy daughter and thy darling , without end . Thus saying ...
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Adam Almighty Angels answer'd appear'd Archangel arm'd arms beast Beelzebub behold bliss bright burning lake call'd Canaan celestial Cherub Cherubim cloud created creatures dark days of Heaven death deep delight didst divine dreadful dwell Earth eternal evil eyes fair Fair Angel faith Father fear fierce fire fix'd flaming flowers fruit gates glory Gods grace hand happy hast hath heard heart Heaven heavenly Hell hill Ithuriel JOHN MILTON join'd King lest light live lost mankind Messiah Michaël mix'd nigh night o'er ordain'd pain Paradise PARADISE LOST pass'd peace reign replied return'd round sapience Satan scape seat seem'd Seraph Serpent shalt sight soon sov'reign spake Spirits stars stood sweet taste thee thence thine things thither thou hast thoughts throne thunder thyself tree turn'd Uriel vex'd voice whence wings wonder Zephon
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Pàgina 56 - 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 210 - 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.
Pàgina 76 - 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 213 - Should God create another Eve, and I Another rib afford, yet loss of thee Would never from my heart : no, no ! I feel The link of Nature draw me : flesh of flesh, Bone of my bone thou art, and from thy state Mine never shall be parted, bliss or woe.
Pàgina 107 - 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.
Pàgina 3 - OF Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste Brought death into the world, and all our woe, With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Restore us, and regain the blissful seat, Sing, heavenly muse, that on the secret top Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire That shepherd, who first taught the chosen seed, In the beginning, how the heavens and earth Rose out of chaos...
Pàgina 81 - But rather to tell how, — if art could tell,— How from that sapphire fount the crisped brooks, Rolling on orient pearl and sands of gold, With mazy error under pendent shades Ran nectar, visiting each plant, and fed Flowers worthy...
Pàgina 50 - O'er bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare, With head, hands, wings, or feet, pursues his way, And swims, or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies.
Pàgina 11 - Over the burning marie, not like those steps On heaven's azure ; and the torrid clime Smote on him sore besides, vaulted with fire.
Pàgina 85 - Ah, gentle pair, ye little think how nigh Your change approaches, when all these delights Will vanish and deliver ye to woe, More woe, the more your taste is now of joy...