Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books. The Author John Milton. From the Text of Thomas Newton D.D.John Baskerville, 1759 - Počet stran: 416 |
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Strana 4
... Heav'n hides nothing from thy view , Nor the deep tract of Hell , ) say first what cause Mov'd our grand parents , in that happy state , Favor'd of Heav'n fo highly , to fall off From their Creator , and transgress his will For one ...
... Heav'n hides nothing from thy view , Nor the deep tract of Hell , ) say first what cause Mov'd our grand parents , in that happy state , Favor'd of Heav'n fo highly , to fall off From their Creator , and transgress his will For one ...
Strana 6
... Heav'n call'd Satan , with bold words Breaking the horrid filence , thus began . If thou beeft he ; but O how fall'n ! how chang'd From him , who , in the happy realms of light , 85 Cloth'd with transcendent brightness , didft outshine ...
... Heav'n call'd Satan , with bold words Breaking the horrid filence , thus began . If thou beeft he ; but O how fall'n ! how chang'd From him , who , in the happy realms of light , 85 Cloth'd with transcendent brightness , didft outshine ...
Strana 8
... Heav'n , and all this mighty host In horrible deftruction laid thus low , As far as Gods and heav'nly effences Can perish : for the mind and spi rit remains Invincible , and vigor foon returns , 135 140 Though all our glory extinct ...
... Heav'n , and all this mighty host In horrible deftruction laid thus low , As far as Gods and heav'nly effences Can perish : for the mind and spi rit remains Invincible , and vigor foon returns , 135 140 Though all our glory extinct ...
Strana 9
... Heav'n : the fulphurous hail Shot after us in ftorm , o'erblown , hath laid The fiery furge , that from the precipice Of Heav'n receiv'd us falling ; and the thunder , Wing'd with red lightning and impetuous rage , Perhaps hath spent ...
... Heav'n : the fulphurous hail Shot after us in ftorm , o'erblown , hath laid The fiery furge , that from the precipice Of Heav'n receiv'd us falling ; and the thunder , Wing'd with red lightning and impetuous rage , Perhaps hath spent ...
Strana 12
... Heav'n of Hell , a Hell of Heav'n . 255 What matter where , if I be ftill the fame , And what I fhould be , all but lefs than he Whom thunder hath made greater ? Here at least We shall be free ; th'Almighty hath not built Here for his ...
... Heav'n of Hell , a Hell of Heav'n . 255 What matter where , if I be ftill the fame , And what I fhould be , all but lefs than he Whom thunder hath made greater ? Here at least We shall be free ; th'Almighty hath not built Here for his ...
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Adam againſt alſo Angels anſwer appear'd battel beaſt behold beſt call'd cauſe courſe darkneſs death defcend Defenſe defire divine earth eaſe elſe evil eyes faid fair fame Father fays fecond fent fhall fide fight fince firft firſt fome fons foon foul fruit ftill fuch glory hath Heav'n heav'nly Hell higheſt himſelf houſe juſt king laft laſt leaſt lefs leſs live loft loſs Milton moſt muſt night Paradiſe PARADISE LOST paſs'd pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe preſent publiſhed puniſhment rais'd reaſon reft reign reply'd reſt return'd riſe roſe Satan ſaw ſay ſea ſeat ſeek ſeem'd ſeems ſeen ſerve ſeveral ſhall ſhape ſhe ſhould ſhow ſome ſpake Spirits ſpread ſpring ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtill ſtood ſuch ſweet taſte thee themſelves thence theſe thine things thoſe thou thought thouſand throne thyſelf tree uſe vex'd whoſe wings worſe
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Strana vi - What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw ; The hungry sheep look up and are not fed, But swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly and foul contagion spread; Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once and smite no more.
Strana 87 - Flowers worthy of Paradise, which not nice Art In beds and curious knots, but Nature boon Pour'd forth profuse on hill, and dale, and plain...
Strana 180 - Urania, and fit audience find, though few. But drive far off the barbarous dissonance Of Bacchus and his revellers, the race Of that wild rout that tore the Thracian bard In Rhodope, where woods and rocks had ears To rapture, till the savage clamour drown'd Both harp and voice ; nor could the Muse defend Her son.
Strana 8 - 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 ; in bulk as huge As whom the fables name of monstrous size, Titanian, or Earth-born, that warr'd on Jove ; Briareos or Typhon, whom the den By ancient Tarsus held ; or that seabeast Leviathan, which God of all his works Created hugest that swim the ocean stream...
Strana 52 - Those other two equalled with me in fate, So were I equalled with them in renown, Blind Thamyris and blind Maeonides, And Tiresias and Phineus, prophets old. Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note.
Strana 113 - 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.
Strana 87 - Which from his darksome passage now appears; And now, divided into four main streams, Runs diverse, wandering many a famous realm And country, whereof here needs no account...
Strana 91 - Unargued I obey, so GOD ordains; GOD is thy law, thou mine; to know no more Is woman's happiest knowledge and her praise.
Strana 209 - Eve ; heaven is for thee too high To know what passes there ; be lowly wise : Think only what concerns thee and thy being ; Dream not of other worlds, what creatures there Live, in what state, condition, or degree, Contented that thus far hath been reveal'd Not of earth only, but of highest heaven...
Strana 220 - She disappear'd, and left me dark: I wak'd To find her, or for ever to deplore Her loss, and other pleasures all abjure...