Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve BooksTimothy Bedlington, 1820 - Počet stran: 305 |
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Strana 80
... stars Hide their diminish'd heads ; to thee I call , But with no friendly voice , and add thy name , O Sun , to tell thee how I hate thy beams , 30 35 That bring to my remembrance from what state I fell , how glorious once above thy ...
... stars Hide their diminish'd heads ; to thee I call , But with no friendly voice , and add thy name , O Sun , to tell thee how I hate thy beams , 30 35 That bring to my remembrance from what state I fell , how glorious once above thy ...
Strana 88
... stars that usher evening rose : When Satan , still in gaze as first he stood , Scarce thus at length fail'd speech recover'd sad . " O Hell ! what do mine eyes with grief behold ? Into our room of bliss thus high advanc'd Creatures of ...
... stars that usher evening rose : When Satan , still in gaze as first he stood , Scarce thus at length fail'd speech recover'd sad . " O Hell ! what do mine eyes with grief behold ? Into our room of bliss thus high advanc'd Creatures of ...
Strana 93
... star In autumn thwarts the night , when vapours fir'd Impress the air , and shews the mariner From what point of his compass to beware Impetuous winds ; he thus began in haste , " Gabriel , to thee thy course by lot hath given Charge ...
... star In autumn thwarts the night , when vapours fir'd Impress the air , and shews the mariner From what point of his compass to beware Impetuous winds ; he thus began in haste , " Gabriel , to thee thy course by lot hath given Charge ...
Strana 103
... star - pav'd . " While thus he spake , th ' angelic squadron bright Turn'd fiery red , sharp'ning in mooned horns K 2 BOOK IV . 965 971 975 Their phalanx , and began to hem him round With Book IV . 103 PARADISE LOST .
... star - pav'd . " While thus he spake , th ' angelic squadron bright Turn'd fiery red , sharp'ning in mooned horns K 2 BOOK IV . 965 971 975 Their phalanx , and began to hem him round With Book IV . 103 PARADISE LOST .
Strana 111
... stars , last in the train of night , 166 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 . 170 ...
... stars , last in the train of night , 166 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 . 170 ...
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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.