The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Bind 101790 |
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... hill Delight thee more , and Siloa's brook that flow'd Faft by the oracle of God ; I thence Invoke thy aid to my adventrous fong , That with no middle flight intends to foar Above th ' Aonian mount , while it pursues Things unattempted ...
... hill Delight thee more , and Siloa's brook that flow'd Faft by the oracle of God ; I thence Invoke thy aid to my adventrous fong , That with no middle flight intends to foar Above th ' Aonian mount , while it pursues Things unattempted ...
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... liquid fire ; And fuch appear'd in hue , as when the force Of fubterranean wind transports a hill Torn from Pelorus , or the fhatter'd fide 230 Of Of thund'ring Ætna , whofe combuftible And fuel'd entrails thence 12 Book I. PARADISE LOST .
... liquid fire ; And fuch appear'd in hue , as when the force Of fubterranean wind transports a hill Torn from Pelorus , or the fhatter'd fide 230 Of Of thund'ring Ætna , whofe combuftible And fuel'd entrails thence 12 Book I. PARADISE LOST .
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... At evening from the top of Fefolé , Or in Valdarno , to defcry new lands , Rivers or mountains in her spotty globe . His fpear , to equal which the tallest pine 290 Hewn Hewn on Norwegian hills , to be the maft Of 14 Book I. PARADISE LOST .
... At evening from the top of Fefolé , Or in Valdarno , to defcry new lands , Rivers or mountains in her spotty globe . His fpear , to equal which the tallest pine 290 Hewn Hewn on Norwegian hills , to be the maft Of 14 Book I. PARADISE LOST .
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English poets. Hewn on Norwegian hills , to be the maft Of some great ammiral , were but a wand , He walk'd with to fupport uneasy steps Over the burning marle , not like those steps On Heaven's azure , and the torrid clime Smote on him ...
English poets. Hewn on Norwegian hills , to be the maft Of some great ammiral , were but a wand , He walk'd with to fupport uneasy steps Over the burning marle , not like those steps On Heaven's azure , and the torrid clime Smote on him ...
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... hill , and made his grove The pleasant valley ' of Hinnom , Tophet thence And black Gehenna call'd , the type of Hell . 400 405 Next Chemos , th ' obfcene dread of Moab's fons , From Aroar to Nebo , and the wild Of fouthmoft Abarim ; in ...
... hill , and made his grove The pleasant valley ' of Hinnom , Tophet thence And black Gehenna call'd , the type of Hell . 400 405 Next Chemos , th ' obfcene dread of Moab's fons , From Aroar to Nebo , and the wild Of fouthmoft Abarim ; in ...
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Adam afcend againſt almighty Angels appear'd arm'd arms battel behold blifs bright call'd Celeſtial Cherub creatures darkneſs deep defire earth eaſe elſe erft eternal eyes fafe faid fair fair Angels feat feem'd fhall fhould fide fight filent fince fire firft firſt fleep fome fons foon foul fpake ftill ftood fuch fudden gates glory happineſs hath Heav'n heav'nly Hell highth hill himſelf hoft Ithuriel king laſt lefs leſs light loft moſt muſt night o'er ordain'd pafs'd pain Paradife PARADISE LOST pleas'd pleaſant pow'r praiſe rais'd reaſon reft reign reply'd rife rofe round Satan ſeems ſhade ſhall ſhape ſky ſpake ſpear ſpeed Spi'rits ſpread ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtill ſtood ſtream ſuch ſweet thee thefe themſelves thence theſe things thofe thoſe thou thoughts thouſand throne turn'd vex'd wand'ring whofe whoſe wings wiſdom worfe worſe Zephon
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Side 13 - Here we may reign secure, and, in my choice, To reign is worth ambition, though in hell: Better to reign in hell, than serve in heaven.
Side 102 - O thou that, with surpassing glory crown'd, Look'st from thy sole dominion, like the god Of this new world, at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminish'd 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...
Side 74 - Thee I revisit safe, And feel thy sovran vital lamp ; but thou Revisit'st not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs, Or dim suffusion veiled.
Side 102 - Ah, wherefore! he deserved no such return From me, whom he created what I was In that bright eminence, and with his good Upbraided none; nor was his service hard.
Side 216 - The tawny lion, pawing to get free His hinder parts ; then springs, as broke from bonds, And rampant...
Side 234 - Tell, if ye saw, how came I thus, how here ? Not of myself; by some great Maker then, In goodness and in power pre-eminent : Tell me how may I know him, how adore, From whom I have that thus I move and live, And feel that I am happier than I know...
Side 57 - And shook a dreadful dart: what seemed his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on. Satan was now at hand, and from his seat The monster moving onward came as fast With horrid strides; Hell trembled as he strode.
Side 138 - 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.
Side 110 - The birds their quire apply ; airs, vernal airs, Breathing the smell of field and grove, attune The trembling leaves, while universal Pan, Knit with the Graces and the Hours in dance, Led on the eternal Spring.
Side 234 - Thou sun, said I, fair light, And thou enlighten'd earth, so fresh and gay, Ye hills and dales, ye rivers, woods, and plains, And ye that live and move, fair creatures, tell, Tell, if ye saw, how came I thus, how here?