Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve BooksA. Law, W. Miller, and R. Cater, 1795 - 281 strán (strany) |
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Strana 14
... wing . Where could't thou words of fuch a compafs find ? Whence furnish fuch a vaft expence of mind ? Juft Heav'n thee , like Tirefias , to requite , Rewards with prophecy thy lofs of fight . Well might'it thou fcorn thy readers to ...
... wing . Where could't thou words of fuch a compafs find ? Whence furnish fuch a vaft expence of mind ? Juft Heav'n thee , like Tirefias , to requite , Rewards with prophecy thy lofs of fight . Well might'it thou fcorn thy readers to ...
Strana 20
... wings outfpread , Dove - like fatt'ft brooding on the vast abyfs , And mad'it it pregnant : what in me is dark , Illumine what is low , raife and fupport ; That to the height of this great argument : I may affert eternal providence ...
... wings outfpread , Dove - like fatt'ft brooding on the vast abyfs , And mad'it it pregnant : what in me is dark , Illumine what is low , raife and fupport ; That to the height of this great argument : I may affert eternal providence ...
Strana 24
... Wing'd with red lightning and impetuous rage , Perhaps hath spent his fhafts , and ceafes now To bellow through the vaft and boundless deep . Let us not flip th occafion , whether fcorn , Or fatiate fury yield it from our foe . Seeft ...
... Wing'd with red lightning and impetuous rage , Perhaps hath spent his fhafts , and ceafes now To bellow through the vaft and boundless deep . Let us not flip th occafion , whether fcorn , Or fatiate fury yield it from our foe . Seeft ...
Strana 25
... wings he fteers his flight Aloft , incumbent on the dusky air , That felt unufual weight ; till on dry land He lights , if it were land that ever burn'd With folid , as the lake with liquid fire ; And fuch appear'd in hue , as when the ...
... wings he fteers his flight Aloft , incumbent on the dusky air , That felt unufual weight ; till on dry land He lights , if it were land that ever burn'd With folid , as the lake with liquid fire ; And fuch appear'd in hue , as when the ...
Strana 28
... wing ; as when men wont to watch On duty , fleeping found by whom they dread , Roufe and beftir themselves ere well awake . Nor did they not perceive the evil plight In which they were , or the fierce pains not feel ; Yet to their ...
... wing ; as when men wont to watch On duty , fleeping found by whom they dread , Roufe and beftir themselves ere well awake . Nor did they not perceive the evil plight In which they were , or the fierce pains not feel ; Yet to their ...
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Adam afcend againſt alfo Angel appear'd beaft beft behold blifs bright call'd caufe Cherubim cloud darkneſs death deep defcending defire delight divine earth elfe erft eternal ev'n evil eyes facred fafe faid fair feat feek feem'd feems fenfe ferpent fhade fhall fhould fide fight fign fince fire firft firſt fleep flow'rs fome fong fons foon foul fp'rits fpake fruit ftand ftars ftate ftill ftood ftrength fuch fweet glory hafte hath heav'n heav'nly hell hill himſelf hoft juft King laft lefs light loft moſt muft muſt night o'er pain Paradife pleaſure pow'r praiſe prefent rais'd reafon reft reply'd return'd rife rofe Satan ſhall ſhape ſtate ſtood tafte taſte thee thefe themſelves thence theſe things thofe thoſe thou thoughts throne thyfelf tree turn'd vex'd whofe whoſe wings worfe
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Strana 91 - Warring in heav'n againft heav'n's matchlefs King. Ah wherefore ! he deferv'd no fuch return. From me, whom he created what I was In that bright eminence, and with his good Upbraided none ; nor was his fervice hard. 45 What could be lefs than to afford him praife, The eafieft recompence,. and pay him thanks, How due ! yet
Strana 117 - field 20 Calls us ; we lofe the prime, to mark how fpring Our tended plants, how blows the citron grove, What drops the myrrh, and what the balmy reed, How nature paints her colours, how the bee Sits on the bloom extracting liquid fweet. 25
Strana 297 - And, to the faithful, death the gate of life : Taught this by his example whom I now Acknowledge my Redeemer ever blefs'd. To whom thus alfo th' Angel laft reply'd. This having learn'd, thou haft attain'd, the fum 575 Of wifdom; hope no higher, though all the ftars Thou knew'ft by name, and all
Strana 30 - Solomon he led by fraud to build His temple right againft the temple of God On that opprobrious hill, and made his grove The pleafant valley of Hinnom, Tophet thence And black Gehenna call'd, the type of hell. 405 Next Chemos, th' obfcene dread of Moab's fons, From Aroar to Nebo, and the wild Of
Strana 58 - might be call'd that fhadow feem'd, For each feem'd either ; black it flood as night, 670 Fierce as ten furies, terrible as hell, And fhook a dreadful dart; what feem'd his head, The likenefs of a kingly crown had on. Satan was now at hand, and from his feat The monfler moving, onward came as faft
Strana 96 - The birds their quire apply ; airs, vernal airs, Breathing the fmell of field and grove, attune 265 The trembling leaves, while univerfal Pan, Knit with the Graces and the Hours in dance, Led on th' eternal fpring. Not that fair field Of
Strana 38 - angels held their refidence, And fat as princes ; whom the fupreme King 735 Exalted to fuch pow'r, and gave to rule, Each in his hierarchy, the orders bright. Nor was his name unheard, or unador'd, In ancient Greece ; and in Aufo'nian land Men call'd him Mulciber; and how he fell 740
Strana 257 - By him with many comforts, till we end In duft, our final reft and native home. 1085 What better can we do, than to the place Repairing where he judg'd us, proftrate fall Before him reverent, and there confefs Humbly our faults, and pardon beg, with tears Watering the ground, and with our
Strana 121 - afcend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praife. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and ftately tread, or lowly creep; Witnefs if I be filent, morn or even, To hill, or valley, fountain, or
Strana 20 - Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook that flow'd Fail by the oracle of God; I thence • Invoke thy aid to my advent'rous fong, That with no middle flight intends to foar Above the Aonian mount, while it purfues 15