Paradise lost, a poem. 2nd Scots ed1746 |
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Strana xv
... , that when he took the reins of government into his own hand , he advanced him to be Latin fecre- tary , both to himself and the Parliament : the the former of these preferments he enjoyed both under the JOHN MILTON . xv.
... , that when he took the reins of government into his own hand , he advanced him to be Latin fecre- tary , both to himself and the Parliament : the the former of these preferments he enjoyed both under the JOHN MILTON . xv.
Strana xxxvi
... hand ( Such as difquiet always what is well , And by ill imitating would excell ) Might hence prefume , the whole creation's day To change in scenes , and fhew it in a play . PARDON me , MIGHTY POET ! nor despise My caufelefs , yet not ...
... hand ( Such as difquiet always what is well , And by ill imitating would excell ) Might hence prefume , the whole creation's day To change in scenes , and fhew it in a play . PARDON me , MIGHTY POET ! nor despise My caufelefs , yet not ...
Strana 9
... he rears from off the pool His mighty ftature ; on each hand the flames 200 205 210 215 219 Driv'n backward flope their pointing fpires , and rowl'd In Driv'n Book I. 9 PARADISE LOST . How overcome this dire calamity; ...
... he rears from off the pool His mighty ftature ; on each hand the flames 200 205 210 215 219 Driv'n backward flope their pointing fpires , and rowl'd In Driv'n Book I. 9 PARADISE LOST . How overcome this dire calamity; ...
Strana 16
... hands lop'd off In his own temple , on the grunfel edge Where he fell flat , and fham'd his worshippers , 460 DAGON his name ; fea - monster ! upward man And 470 And downward fifh : yet had his temple high 16 . Book I. PARADISE LOST .
... hands lop'd off In his own temple , on the grunfel edge Where he fell flat , and fham'd his worshippers , 460 DAGON his name ; fea - monster ! upward man And 470 And downward fifh : yet had his temple high 16 . Book I. PARADISE LOST .
Strana 23
... hands Rifled the bowels of their mother earth , For treasures better hid . Soon had his crew Open'd into the hill a fpacious wound , 685 And digg'd out ribs of gold . ( Let none admire 690 That riches grow in hell ; that foil may best ...
... hands Rifled the bowels of their mother earth , For treasures better hid . Soon had his crew Open'd into the hill a fpacious wound , 685 And digg'd out ribs of gold . ( Let none admire 690 That riches grow in hell ; that foil may best ...
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ADAM afcend againſt alfo angel appear'd beaft beft behold beſt blifs bright call'd Cherubim cœleftial darkneſs death deep defcending defcrib'd defire divine earth elfe eternal ev'ning evil eyes fafe faid fair fall'n FATHER feat feek feem'd feems fenfe ferpent fhade fhall fhew fhould fide fight fign fince fire firft firſt fleep flow'rs fome fons foon foul fpake fpirits fruit ftand ftate ftill ftood fuch fweet giv'n glory hath heav'n heav'nly hell higheſt himſelf hoft ITHURIEL juft king laft lefs light loft moſt muft muſt night o'er Paradife PARADISE LOST pow'r praiſe prefent rais'd reafon reft reply'd return'd rife rofe SATAN ſhall ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtood ſweet tafte taſte thee thefe thence theſe things thofe thoſe thou thoughts thro throne thy felf tow'rds tree turn'd vex'd whofe wings worfe
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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...
Strana 136 - Time may come, when Men With Angels may participate, and find No inconvenient diet, nor too light fare; And from these corporal nutriments perhaps Your bodies may at last turn all to spirit...