Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve BooksJacob Tonson in the Strand, 1826 - 350 |
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... spake the apostate Angel , though in pain , Vaunting aloud , but rack'd with deep despair : And him thus answer'd soon his bold compeer . O Prince , O Chief of many throned Powers 125 That led the embattled Seraphim to war Under thy ...
... spake the apostate Angel , though in pain , Vaunting aloud , but rack'd with deep despair : And him thus answer'd soon his bold compeer . O Prince , O Chief of many throned Powers 125 That led the embattled Seraphim to war Under thy ...
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... spake ; and him Beelzebub Thus answer'd . Leader of those armies bright , Which but the Omnipotent none could have foil'd ! If once they hear that voice , their liveliest pledge Of hope in fears and dangers , heard so oft In worst ...
... spake ; and him Beelzebub Thus answer'd . Leader of those armies bright , Which but the Omnipotent none could have foil'd ! If once they hear that voice , their liveliest pledge Of hope in fears and dangers , heard so oft In worst ...
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... spake and , to confirm his words , out flew Millions of flaming swords , drawn from the thighs Of mighty Cherubim ; the sudden blaze Far round illumined hell : Highly they raged Against the Highest , and fierce with grasped arms Clash'd ...
... spake and , to confirm his words , out flew Millions of flaming swords , drawn from the thighs Of mighty Cherubim ; the sudden blaze Far round illumined hell : Highly they raged Against the Highest , and fierce with grasped arms Clash'd ...
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... spake . 50 My sentence is for open war : Of wiles , More unexpert , I boast not : them let those Contrive who need , or when they need ; not now , For , while they sit contriving , shall the rest , Millions that stand in arms , and ...
... spake . 50 My sentence is for open war : Of wiles , More unexpert , I boast not : them let those Contrive who need , or when they need ; not now , For , while they sit contriving , shall the rest , Millions that stand in arms , and ...
Strona 31
... spake . Either to disenthrone the King of Heaven We war , if war be best , or to regain Our own right lost : Him to unthrone we then May hope , when everlasting Fate shall yield To fickle Chance , and Chaos judge the strife : The former ...
... spake . Either to disenthrone the King of Heaven We war , if war be best , or to regain Our own right lost : Him to unthrone we then May hope , when everlasting Fate shall yield To fickle Chance , and Chaos judge the strife : The former ...
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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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Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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...
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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...
Strona 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...
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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...