Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve BooksTimothy Bedlington, 1820 - Počet stran: 305 |
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... spake th ' apostate Angel , though in pain , Vaunting aloud , but rack'd with deep despair : And him thus answer'd soon his bold compeer . 110 115 120 125 " O Prince , O Chief of many throned powers ; That led th ' embattled Seraphim to ...
... spake th ' apostate Angel , though in pain , Vaunting aloud , but rack'd with deep despair : And him thus answer'd soon his bold compeer . 110 115 120 125 " O Prince , O Chief of many throned powers ; That led th ' embattled Seraphim to ...
Strana 10
... spake , and him Beëlzebub Thus answer'd . Leader of those armies bright , Which but th ' 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 Beëlzebub Thus answer'd . Leader of those armies bright , Which but th ' 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 ...
Strana 20
... spake and , to confirm his words , out flew Millions of flaming swords , drawn from the thighs Of mighty Cherubim ; the sudden blaze Far round illumin'd Hell : highly they rag'd Against the High'est , and fierce with grasped arms Clash ...
... spake and , to confirm his words , out flew Millions of flaming swords , drawn from the thighs Of mighty Cherubim ; the sudden blaze Far round illumin'd Hell : highly they rag'd Against the High'est , and fierce with grasped arms Clash ...
Strana 28
... spake . " 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 . " 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 ...
Strana 33
... spake . " Either to disenthrone the king of Heaven We war , if war be best , or to regain 235 230 Our own right , lost : him to unthrone we then May hope , when everlasting Fate shall yield To fickle Chance , and Chaos judge the strife ...
... spake . " Either to disenthrone the king of Heaven We war , if war be best , or to regain 235 230 Our own right , lost : him to unthrone we then May hope , when everlasting Fate shall yield To fickle Chance , and Chaos judge the strife ...
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Adam Almighty Angel answer'd appear'd Archangel arm'd arms beast behold bliss BOOK bright burning lake call'd celestial Cherub Cherubim cloud creatures Cusco dark days of Heaven death deep delight divine dreadful dwell eternal etherial evil eyes fair Fair Angel faith fall'n Father fear Fiend fierce fire fix'd form'd fruit gates glory Gods grace hand happy hast hath heard heart Heav'n and Earth heav'nly Hell hill Ithuriel JOHN MILTON join'd King lest light live mankind Messiah mix'd morn night o'er ordain'd pain PARADISE LOST pass'd peace plac'd pleas'd pow'r rais'd reign reply'd return'd round sapience Satan seat seem'd Seraph serpent shalt sight soon sov'reign spake Spirits stars stood sweet taste Thammuz thee thence thine things thither thou hast thought throne thyself tree turn'd vex'd voice wand'ring whence wings Zephon
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Strana 60 - Tunes her nocturnal note : thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Strana 221 - 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.
Strana 162 - To hoarse or mute, though fallen on evil days, On evil days though fallen, and evil tongues; In darkness, and with dangers compassed round, And solitude; yet not alone, while thou Visit'st my slumbers nightly, or when morn Purples the east : still govern thou my song, Urania, and fit audience find, though few.
Strana 82 - I sdein'd subjection, and thought one step higher Would set me highest, and in a moment quit The debt immense of endless gratitude, So burdensome still paying, still to owe...
Strana 116 - Six wings he wore, to shade His lineaments divine: the pair that clad Each shoulder broad came mantling o'er his breast With regal ornament; the middle pair Girt like a starry zone his waist, and round Skirted his loins and thighs with downy gold And colours dipt in heaven; the third his feet Shadow'd from either heel with feather'd mail, Sky-tinctured grain.
Strana 21 - To speak; whereat their doubled ranks they bend From wing to wing, and half enclose him round With all his peers: Attention held them mute. Thrice he assay'd, and thrice, in spite of scorn, Tears, such as Angels weep, burst forth: at last Words, interwove with sighs, found out their way.
Strana 12 - He scarce had ceased, when the superior fiend Was moving toward the shore: his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast; the broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views, At evening, from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
Strana 111 - All what we affirm or what deny, and call Our knowledge or opinion; then retires Into her private Cell when Nature rests.
Strana 13 - They heard, and were abash'd, and up they sprung Upon the wing, as when men wont to watch On duty, sleeping found by whom they dread, Rouse and bestir themselves ere well awake.
Strana 113 - Thyself how wondrous then! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these Thy lowest works : yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, 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.