The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Zväzok 3Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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Strana 37
... sun Dropt from the zenith like a falling star , On Lemnos th ' ' gean ile : thus they relate , Erring ; for he with this rebellious rout Fell long before ; nor ought avail'd him now T'have built in Heav'n high tow'rs ; nor did he ...
... sun Dropt from the zenith like a falling star , On Lemnos th ' ' gean ile : thus they relate , Erring ; for he with this rebellious rout Fell long before ; nor ought avail'd him now T'have built in Heav'n high tow'rs ; nor did he ...
Strana 102
... Sun , to tell thee how I hate thy beams , That bring to my remembrance from what state I fell , how glorious once above thy sphere ; Till pride and worse ambition threw me down Warring in Heav'n against Heav'n's matchless king : Ah ...
... Sun , to tell thee how I hate thy beams , That bring to my remembrance from what state I fell , how glorious once above thy sphere ; Till pride and worse ambition threw me down Warring in Heav'n against Heav'n's matchless king : Ah ...
Strana 103
... Sun , to tell thee how I hate thy beams , That bring to my remembrance from what state I fell , how glorious once above thy sphere ; Till pride and worse ambition threw me down Warring in Heav'n against Heav'n's matchless king : Ah ...
... Sun , to tell thee how I hate thy beams , That bring to my remembrance from what state I fell , how glorious once above thy sphere ; Till pride and worse ambition threw me down Warring in Heav'n against Heav'n's matchless king : Ah ...
Strana 109
... sun first warmly smote The open field , and where the unpierc'd fhade Inbrown'd the noontide bow'rs : Thus was this place A happy rural feat of various view ; 240 245 Groves whofe rich trees wept odorous gums and balm , Others whose ...
... sun first warmly smote The open field , and where the unpierc'd fhade Inbrown'd the noontide bow'rs : Thus was this place A happy rural feat of various view ; 240 245 Groves whofe rich trees wept odorous gums and balm , Others whose ...
Strana 112
... Sun , to tell thee how I hate thy beams , That bring to my remembrance from what state I fell , how glorious once above thy sphere ; Till pride and worse ambition threw me down Warring in Heav'n against Heav'n's matchless king : Ah ...
... Sun , to tell thee how I hate thy beams , That bring to my remembrance from what state I fell , how glorious once above thy sphere ; Till pride and worse ambition threw me down Warring in Heav'n against Heav'n's matchless king : Ah ...
Časté výrazy a frázy
Adam afcending againſt Angels appear'd battel behold beſt bright call'd cloſe creatures darkneſs deep defire delight divine earth elfe eternal eyes faid fair Fair Angel Father feat feem'd feems fhade fhall fide fight fince firft firſt fleep foft fome fons foon form'd foul fpake ftill fuch gate glory grace happy hath Heav'n heav'nly Hell higheſt highth himſelf hoft juſt king laſt leaſt lefs leſs light loft moſt Mozambic muſt night o'er ordain'd pafs'd Paradife PARADISE LOST plac'd pleas'd pleaſant pow'r praiſe purſue rais'd reafon reft reply'd rifing rofe round SAMUEL BARROW Satan ſhall ſhape ſhould ſpake Spi'rits Spirits ſpread ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtep ſtill ſtood ſtream ſuch ſweet taſte thee thefe themſelves thence theſe things thither thoſe thou thought thouſand throne thyfelf tree turn'd Uriel whence whofe whoſe wings worfe worſe
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Strana 68 - O thou that, with surpassing glory crowned, Look'st from thy sole dominion like the god Of this new World — at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminished 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, Till pride and worse ambition threw me down, Warring in Heaven against Heaven's matchless King ! Ah, wherefore?
Strana 116 - But drive far off the barbarous dissonance Of Bacchus and his revellers, the race Of that wild rout that tore the Thracian bard In Rhodope, where woods and rocks had ears To rapture, till the savage clamour drown'd Both harp and voice ; nor could the Muse defend Her son.
Strana 93 - Air, and ye Elements, the eldest birth Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our Great Maker still new praise.
Strana 103 - Hear, all ye angels, progeny of light, Thrones, dominations, princedoms, virtues, powers ; Hear my decree, which unrevoked shall stand. This day I have begot whom I declare My only Son, and on this holy hill Him have anointed, whom ye now behold At my right hand; your head I him appoint; And by myself have sworn, to him shall bow All knees in heaven, and shall confess him Lord...
Strana 75 - 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 92 - 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.
Strana 50 - 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, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.