Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve BooksT. Bedlington, 1826 - 294 sider |
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Side 46
... thou saw'st : hourly conceived And hourly born , with sorrow infinite 795 To me ; for , when they list , into the womb That bred them they return , and howl and gnaw My bowels , their repast ; then bursting forth 800 Afresh with ...
... thou saw'st : hourly conceived And hourly born , with sorrow infinite 795 To me ; for , when they list , into the womb That bred them they return , and howl and gnaw My bowels , their repast ; then bursting forth 800 Afresh with ...
Side 48
... Thou art my father , thou my author , thou My being gavest me ; whom should I obey But thee ? whom follow ? thou wilt bring me soon To that new world of light and bliss , among The gods who live at ease , where I shall reign At thy ...
... Thou art my father , thou my author , thou My being gavest me ; whom should I obey But thee ? whom follow ? thou wilt bring me soon To that new world of light and bliss , among The gods who live at ease , where I shall reign At thy ...
Side 54
... thou rather , pure ethereal stream , Whose fountain who shall tell ? Before the sun , Before the Heavens thou wert , and at the voice Of God , as with a mantle , didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep Won from the void ...
... thou rather , pure ethereal stream , Whose fountain who shall tell ? Before the sun , Before the Heavens thou wert , and at the voice Of God , as with a mantle , didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep Won from the void ...
Side 56
... thou what rage Transports our Adversary ? whom no bounds Prescribed , no bars of Hell , nor all the chains Heap'd on him there , nor yet the main abyss , Wide interrupt , can hold ; so bent he seems On desperate revenge , that shall ...
... thou what rage Transports our Adversary ? whom no bounds Prescribed , no bars of Hell , nor all the chains Heap'd on him there , nor yet the main abyss , Wide interrupt , can hold ; so bent he seems On desperate revenge , that shall ...
Side 58
... thou thyself Abolish thy creation , and unmake For him , what for thy glory thou hast made ? 150 155 160 PARADISE LOST . So should thy goodness and thy greatness 58 B. III . PARADISE LOST .
... thou thyself Abolish thy creation , and unmake For him , what for thy glory thou hast made ? 150 155 160 PARADISE LOST . So should thy goodness and thy greatness 58 B. III . PARADISE LOST .
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Abdiel Adam Almighty Angels answer'd appear'd Archangel arm'd arms beast Beelzebub behold bliss bright burning lake call'd Canaan celestial Cherub Cherubim cloud created creatures dark death deep delight didst divine dreadful dwell Earth eternal evil eyes fair Fair Angel faith Father fear fierce fire fix'd flaming flowers fruit gates glory Gods grace hand happy hast hath heard heart Heaven heavenly Hell hill Ithuriel JOHN MILTON join'd King lest light live lost mankind Messiah Michaël mix'd morn nigh night o'er ordain'd pain Paradise PARADISE LOST pass'd peace reign replied return'd round sapience Satan scape seat seem'd Seraph Serpent shalt sight soon sov'reign spake Spirits stars stood sweet taste Thammuz thee thence thine things thither thou hast thoughts throne thunder thyself tree turn'd Uriel vex'd voice whence wings wonder Zephon
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Side 101 - Rising or falling still advance his praise. His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
Side 85 - When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening
Side 26 - A pillar of state; deep on his front engraven Deliberation sat, and public care; And princely counsel in his face yet shone Majestic, though in ruin: sage he stood, "With Atlantean shoulders fit to bear The weight of mightiest monarchies ; his look Drew audience and attention still as night, Or summer's noontide air, while thus he spake: " Thrones, and imperial powers, offspring of heaven, Ethereal virtues!
Side 48 - 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; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me...
Side 85 - With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon, And these the gems of Heaven her starry train : But neither breath of Morn when she ascends With charm of earliest birds ; nor rising sun On this delightful land ; nor herb, fruit, flower, Glistering with dew ; nor fragrance, after showers ; Nor grateful evening mild ; nor silent Night, With this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon, Or glittering star-light, without thee is sweet.
Side 6 - 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.
Side 43 - O'er bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare, With head, hands, wings, or feet, pursues his way, And swims, or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies.
Side 74 - Down the steep glade, and met the nether flood, Which from his darksome passage now appears : And now, divided into four main streams, Runs diverse, wandering many a famous realm And country...
Side 6 - Over the burning marie, not like those steps On heaven's azure ; and the torrid clime Smote on him sore besides, vaulted with fire.