Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books. The Author John Milton. From the Text of Thomas Newton D.D.John Baskerville, 1759 - 416 sider |
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Side xvi
... present ; and he him- felf gave an example to those under him of hard ftudy and spare diet ; only now and then , once in three weeks or a month , he made a gaudy day with fome young gen- tlemen of his acquaintance , the chief of whom ...
... present ; and he him- felf gave an example to those under him of hard ftudy and spare diet ; only now and then , once in three weeks or a month , he made a gaudy day with fome young gen- tlemen of his acquaintance , the chief of whom ...
Side xxvii
... present , to an- fwer it : and he performed the task with amazing spirit and vigor , tho ' his health at that time was fuch , that he could hardly indure the fatigue of writing , and being weak in body he was forced to write by piece ...
... present , to an- fwer it : and he performed the task with amazing spirit and vigor , tho ' his health at that time was fuch , that he could hardly indure the fatigue of writing , and being weak in body he was forced to write by piece ...
Side lxiv
... presents at least ; and he had scarcely any other method of improving his fortune , as he was of no profeffion . When his father died , he inherited an elder fon's fhare of his estate , the principal part of which I believe was his ...
... presents at least ; and he had scarcely any other method of improving his fortune , as he was of no profeffion . When his father died , he inherited an elder fon's fhare of his estate , the principal part of which I believe was his ...
Side lxvii
... present who the Mufe was , replied , it was God's grace , and the Holy Spirit that vifited him nightly . She was likewise asked whom he approved most of our English poets , and answered , Spenser , Shakespear , and Cowley : and being ...
... present who the Mufe was , replied , it was God's grace , and the Holy Spirit that vifited him nightly . She was likewise asked whom he approved most of our English poets , and answered , Spenser , Shakespear , and Cowley : and being ...
Side lxviii
... had opportunities of feeing her , knew her immediately to be Milton's daughter by the fimilitude of her countenance to her father's picture : and Mr. Mr. Addison made her a handsome present of a purse lx viii The LIFE of MILTON .
... had opportunities of feeing her , knew her immediately to be Milton's daughter by the fimilitude of her countenance to her father's picture : and Mr. Mr. Addison made her a handsome present of a purse lx viii The LIFE of MILTON .
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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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Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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...