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 |
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... best Whom reafon hath equal'd , force hath made fupream Above his equals . Farewell happy fields , Where joy for ever dwells : hail horrors , haił Infernal world , and thou profoundest hell Receive thy new poffeffor : one who brings A ...
... best Whom reafon hath equal'd , force hath made fupream Above his equals . Farewell happy fields , Where joy for ever dwells : hail horrors , haił Infernal world , and thou profoundest hell Receive thy new poffeffor : one who brings A ...
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... best Deserve the precious bane . And here let those Who boast in mortal things , and wondring tell Of Babel , and the works of Memphian kings , Learn how their greatest monuments of fame , And strength and art are easily out - done By ...
... best Deserve the precious bane . And here let those Who boast in mortal things , and wondring tell Of Babel , and the works of Memphian kings , Learn how their greatest monuments of fame , And strength and art are easily out - done By ...
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... best of Panim chivalry To mortal combat or career with lance ) Thick fwarm'd , both on the ground and in the air , Brusht with the hiss of rufling wings . As bees In fpring - time , when the fun with Taurus rides , Pour forth their ...
... best of Panim chivalry To mortal combat or career with lance ) Thick fwarm'd , both on the ground and in the air , Brusht with the hiss of rufling wings . As bees In fpring - time , when the fun with Taurus rides , Pour forth their ...
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... best , or to regain Our own right loft : him to unthrone we then May hope , when everlasting fate shall yield To fickle chance , and chaos judge the strife : The former vain to hope argues as vain The latter for what place can be for us ...
... best , or to regain Our own right loft : him to unthrone we then May hope , when everlasting fate shall yield To fickle chance , and chaos judge the strife : The former vain to hope argues as vain The latter for what place can be for us ...
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... best we may Compose our present evils , with regard Of what we are and where , difmiffing quite All thoughts of war : ye have what I advise . He scarce had finifh't , when fuch murmur fill'd The affembly , as when hollow rocks retain ...
... best we may Compose our present evils , with regard Of what we are and where , difmiffing quite All thoughts of war : ye have what I advise . He scarce had finifh't , when fuch murmur fill'd The affembly , as when hollow rocks retain ...
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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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Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 121 - Evil into the mind of God or man May come and go, so unapproved, and leave No spot or blame behind...
Strona 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.
Strona 44 - Typhoean rage more fell, Rend up both rocks and hills, and ride the air In whirlwind ; hell scarce holds the wild uproar.
Strona 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...
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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...
Strona 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.