Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve Books, Zväzok 1 |
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Here at least We shall be free ; th ' Almighty hath not built Here for his envy , will not drive us hence : 260 Here we may reign secure , and in my choice To reign is worth ambition though in Hell : Better to reign in Hell , than serve ...
Here at least We shall be free ; th ' Almighty hath not built Here for his envy , will not drive us hence : 260 Here we may reign secure , and in my choice To reign is worth ambition though in Hell : Better to reign in Hell , than serve ...
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Adam againſt alſo ancient Angels appear arms beauty becauſe Bentley better called callid Cant death deep deſcribed divine earth edition equal fall Father fight fire firſt gates give glory Gods hand hath head Heaven Hell hill himſelf Homer Hume Iliad Italy kind king laſt Latin learned leſs light likewiſe lines living Lord manner mean Milton mind morning moſt muſt nature never night obſerves pain Paradiſe particular paſſage Pearce perſon poem poet proper reader reaſon river ſaid ſame Satan ſays ſecond ſee ſeems ſenſe ſeveral ſhall ſhould ſome ſometimes ſon ſpeaking ſpeech Spirits ſtood ſuch ſuppoſe thee theſe things thoſe thou thought throne Thyer tion turn uſe verſe Virgil whole whoſe wings write
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Strana 354 - On Earth join all ye Creatures to extol Him firft, him laft, him midft, and without end. 165 Faireft of flars, laft in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'ft the fmiling mom With thy bright circlet, praife him in thy
Strana 12 - but torture without end Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed With ever-burning fulphur unconfum'd: Such place eternal Juftice had prepar'd 70 For thofe rebellious, here their pris'on ordain'd In utter darknefs, and their portion fet As far remov'd from God and light of Heaven, As from the center thrice to th
Strana 75 - From Heav'n, they fabled, thrown by angry Jove Sheer o'er the cryftal battlements; from morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, A fummer's day; and with the fetting fun Dropt from the zenith like a falling ftar, 745 On Lemnos th
Strana 185 - Day, or the fweet approach of ev'n or morn, " Or fight of vernal bloom, or fummer's rofe, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud inftead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the chearful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Prefented with a univerfal blank Of nature's works to me expung'd and ras'd,
Strana 30 - Here we may reign fecure, and in my choice To reign is worth ambition though in Hell: Better to reign in Hell, than ferve in Heaven. But wherefore let we then our faithful friends, Th' aflbciates and copartners of our lofs,
Strana 184 - So were I equal'd with them in renown, Blind Thamyris and blind Maeonides, And Tirefias and Phineus prophets old : Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in fhadieft covert hid Tunes her nofturnal note. Thus with the year
Strana 186 - out. So much the rather thou, celeftial Light, Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate, there plant eyes, all mift from thence Purge and difperfe, that I may fee and tell Of things invifible to mortal fight. 55
Strana 350 - Evil into the mind of God or Man • May come and go, fo unapprov'd, and leave No fpot or blame behind: Which gives me hope That what in deep thou didft abhor to dream, Waking thou never wilt confent to do. Be not difhearten'd then, nor cloud thofe looks, That wont to be more chearful and ferene,
Strana 300 - Now falling with foft flumbrous weight inclines 615 Our eye-lids: other creatures all day long Rove idle unemploy'd, and lefs need reft; Man hath his daily work of body' or mind Appointed, which declares his dignity, And the regard of Heav'n on all his ways; 620 While other animals unaftive range, And of their doings God
Strana 180 - tell ? before the fun, Before the Heav'ns thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle didft invert The rifing world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formlefs infinite. Thee I re-vifit now with bolder wing,
Bibliografické informácie
| Názov | Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve Books, Zväzok 1 Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve Books, Thomas Newton |
| Autor | John Milton |
| Vydavateľ | J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper, 1750 |
| Zdroj originálu: | Newyorská verejná knižnica |
| Digitalizované | 25. aug. 2006 |
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