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ADAM againſt alſo angel appear arms behold beſt Book bounds bright bring callid cloud created creatures dark death deep delight divine dwell earth equal eternal evil eyes fair faith fall FATHER fear fell field fight fire firſt fruit glory Gods grace hand happy haſt hath head heard heart heav'n hell hill himſelf hope human juſt king knowledge land laſt leave leſs light live looks mind morn moſt muſt nature never night once pain Paradiſe peace perhaps pow'r reaſon reign reply'd reſt riſe round SATAN ſeems ſelf ſhall ſhe ſhould ſide ſince ſome ſon ſoon ſpake ſpirits ſtand ſtate ſtill ſtood ſuch ſun ſweet taſte thee thence theſe things thoſe thou thoughts throne till tree virtue voice whoſe wide winds wings
Strana 62 - 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.
Strana 3 - A dungeon horrible on all sides round, As one great furnace flamed ; yet from those flames No light ; but rather darkness visible, Served only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell ; hope never comes, That comes to all ; but torture without end Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed With ever-burning sulphur unconsumed.
Strana 289 - Rather than solid virtue; all but a rib Crooked by nature, bent, as now appears, More to the part sinister; from me drawn, Well if thrown out, as supernumerary To my just number found. O! why did God, Creator wise, that peopled highest heaven With spirits masculine, create at last This novelty on earth, this fair defect Of nature, and not fill the world at once With men, as angels, without feminine; Or find some other way to generate Mankind?
Strana 89 - Me miserable! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair ? Which way I fly is hell; myself am hell; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep Still threatening to devour me opens wide, To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.
Strana 19 - Arch-Angel : but his face Deep scars of thunder had intrench'd ; and care Sat on his faded cheek, but under brows Of dauntless courage, and considerate pride Waiting revenge : cruel his eye, but cast Signs of remorse and passion, to behold The fellows of his crime, the followers rather (Far other once beheld in bliss), condemn'd For ever now to have their lot in pain...
Strana 217 - 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...
Strana 226 - Nor skill'd nor studious higher argument Remains, sufficient of itself to raise That name, unless an age too late, or cold Climate, or years, damp my intended wing Depress'd, and much they may, if all be mine, Not hers who brings it nightly to my ear.
Strana 23 - Sheer o'er the crystal battlements: from morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, A summer's day; and with the setting sun Dropt from the zenith, like a falling star, On Lemnos, the Aegean isle.
Strana 94 - 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...