Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books. The Author John Milton. Printed from the Text of Tonson's Correct Edition of 1711. A New Edition, with Notes and the Life of the Author, in Three Volumes, by Thomas Newton, ...proprietors, 1795 |
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... reigning holds the tyranny of Heav'n . So spake th ' apostate Angel , though in pain , Vaunting aloud , but rack'd with deep despair : VOL . I. N 1 139 And him thus answer'd soon his bold compeer BOOK I. ] PARADISE LOST .
... reigning holds the tyranny of Heav'n . So spake th ' apostate Angel , though in pain , Vaunting aloud , but rack'd with deep despair : VOL . I. N 1 139 And him thus answer'd soon his bold compeer BOOK I. ] PARADISE LOST .
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... spake , and him Beelzebub Thus answer'd . Leader of those armies bright , Which but th ' Omnipotent none could have foil'd , If once they hear that voice , their liveliest pledge Of hope in fears and dangers , heard so oft In worst ...
... spake , and him Beelzebub Thus answer'd . Leader of those armies bright , Which but th ' Omnipotent none could have foil'd , If once they hear that voice , their liveliest pledge Of hope in fears and dangers , heard so oft In worst ...
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... spake and to confirm his words , out flew Millions of flaming swords , drawn from the thighs Of mighty Cherubim ; the sudden blaze Far round illumin'd Hell : highly they rag ' Against the High'est , and fierce with grasped arms Clash'd ...
... spake and to confirm his words , out flew Millions of flaming swords , drawn from the thighs Of mighty Cherubim ; the sudden blaze Far round illumin'd Hell : highly they rag ' Against the High'est , and fierce with grasped arms Clash'd ...
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... spake . 50 My sentence is for open war : of wiles , More unexpert , I boast not : them let those Contrive who need , or when they need , not now . For while they sit contriving , shall the rest , Millions that stand in arms , and ...
... spake . 50 My sentence is for open war : of wiles , More unexpert , I boast not : them let those Contrive who need , or when they need , not now . For while they sit contriving , shall the rest , Millions that stand in arms , and ...
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... spake . Either to disinthrone the King of Heaven We war , if war be best , or to regain Our own right lost : him to unthrone we then May hope , when everlasting Fate shall yield To fickle Chance , and Chaos judge the strife : The former ...
... spake . Either to disinthrone the King of Heaven We war , if war be best , or to regain Our own right lost : him to unthrone we then May hope , when everlasting Fate shall yield To fickle Chance , and Chaos judge the strife : The former ...
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Page 139 - Of man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste Brought death into the world, and all our woe, With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Restore us, and regain the blissful seat, Sing, heav'nly Muse...
Page 272 - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Page 146 - Created hugest that swim the ocean stream : Him haply slumbering on the Norway foam, The pilot of some small night-founder'd skiff Deeming some island, oft, as seamen tell, With fixed anchor in his scaly rind Moors by his side under the lee, while night Invests the sea, and wished morn delays...
Page 256 - Of human offspring, sole propriety In Paradise of all things common else. By thee adulterous lust was driven from men Among the bestial herds to range, by thee Founded in reason, loyal, just, and pure, Relations dear, and all the charities Of father, son, and brother first were known.
Page 140 - Muse, that on the secret top Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire That Shepherd, who first taught the chosen Seed, In the Beginning how the...
Page 253 - But neither breath of morn, when she ascends With charm of earliest birds; nor rising sun On this delightful land; nor herb, fruit, flower, Glistering with dew; nor fragrance after showers; Nor grateful evening mild; nor silent night, With this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon, Or glittering starlight, without thee is sweet But wherefore all night long shine these?
Page 188 - Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death, A universe of death ; which God by curse Created evil, for evil only good ; Where all life dies, death lives, and nature breeds, Perverse, all monstrous, all prodigious things, Abominable, inutterable, and worse Than fables yet have feigned, or fear conceived, Gorgons, and hydras, and chimeras dire.
Page 170 - The way seems difficult and steep to scale With upright wing against a higher foe. Let such bethink them, if the sleepy drench Of that forgetful lake benumb not still, That in our proper motion we ascend Up to our native seat : descent and fall To us is adverse.
Page 165 - Indian mount, or fairy elves, Whose midnight revels, by a forest side, Or fountain, some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress, and nearer to the earth Wheels her pale course ; they, on their mirth and dance Intent, with jocund music charm his ear ; At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds.
Page 190 - The other shape, If shape it might be call'd that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb ; Or substance might be call'd that shadow seem'd, For each seem'd either: black it stood as night, Fierce as ten furies, terrible as Hell, And shook a dreadful dart ; what seem'd his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on.