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O PRINCE , O Chief of many throned Powers , That led th ' imbattled Seraphim to war Under thy conduct , and in dreadful deeds Fearless , endanger'd Heav'n's perpetual King , And put to proof his high supremacy , 130 Whether upheld by ...
O PRINCE , O Chief of many throned Powers , That led th ' imbattled Seraphim to war Under thy conduct , and in dreadful deeds Fearless , endanger'd Heav'n's perpetual King , And put to proof his high supremacy , 130 Whether upheld by ...
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Seest thou yon dreary plain , forlorn and wild , The seat of desolation , void of light , 180 Save what the glimmering of these livid flames Casts pale and dreadful ? Thither let us tend From off the tossing of these fiery waves , There ...
Seest thou yon dreary plain , forlorn and wild , The seat of desolation , void of light , 180 Save what the glimmering of these livid flames Casts pale and dreadful ? Thither let us tend From off the tossing of these fiery waves , There ...
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Thus they Breathing united force with fixed thought Mov'd on in silence to soft pipes , that charm'd Their painful steps o'er the burnt soil ; and now Advanc'd in view they stand , a horrid front Of dreadful length and dazzling arms ...
Thus they Breathing united force with fixed thought Mov'd on in silence to soft pipes , that charm'd Their painful steps o'er the burnt soil ; and now Advanc'd in view they stand , a horrid front Of dreadful length and dazzling arms ...
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... his own dismay Astonish'd : none among the choice and prime Of those Heav'n - warring champions could be found So hardy as to proffer or accept 425 Alone the dreadful voyage ; till at last Satan , whom now transcendent glory rais'd ...
... his own dismay Astonish'd : none among the choice and prime Of those Heav'n - warring champions could be found So hardy as to proffer or accept 425 Alone the dreadful voyage ; till at last Satan , whom now transcendent glory rais'd ...
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... black it stood as Night , 670 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 . Satan T2 PARADISE LOST . 51 Far off the flying Fiend: at last appear .
... black it stood as Night , 670 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 . Satan T2 PARADISE LOST . 51 Far off the flying Fiend: at last appear .
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Adam Angel arms beast behold bliss bounds bright bring call'd cloud coming created creatures dark death deep delight divine dreadful dwell earth equal eternal evil eyes fair faith fall Father fear fell field fire fruit gates glory Gods grace hand happy hast hath head heard heart Heav'n heav'nly Hell hill hope human king leave less light live look lost meet mind morn nature never night once pain Paradise peace perhaps pow'r pure reason reign reply'd rest rise round Satan seat seek seem'd Serpent shape side sight sons soon sound spake Spi'rits stand stars stood sweet taste thee thence things thou thoughts throne till tree virtue voice whence wide winds wings
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Page 133 - Rising or falling still advance his praise. His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
Page 263 - So saying, her rash hand in evil hour Forth reaching to the Fruit, she pluck'd, she eat: Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat Sighing through all her Works gave signs of woe, That all was lost.
Page 2 - Dove-like sat'st brooding on the vast abyss, And mad'st it pregnant : what in me is dark, Illumine ; what is low, raise and support ; That to the height of this great argument I may assert eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men.
Page 114 - Shine not in vain ; nor think, though men were none, That heaven would want spectators, God want praise. Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep. All these with ceaseless praise his works behold Both day and night...
Page 133 - 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. 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 26 - From heaven, they fabled, thrown by angry Jove 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...
Page 252 - As one, who long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air, Forth issuing on a summer's morn, to breathe Among the pleasant villages and farms Adjoin'd, from each thing met conceives delight; The smell of grain, or tedded grass, or kine, Or dairy, each rural sight, each rural sound...
Page 25 - Rose, like an exhalation, with the sound Of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet, Built like a temple, where pilasters round Were set, and Doric pillars overlaid With golden architrave ; nor did there want Cornice or frieze with bossy sculptures graven ; The roof was fretted gold.
Page 29 - HIGH on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind, Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold, Satan exalted sat...
Page 66 - 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.
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| Title | Paradise lost, a poem. Pr. from the text of Tonson's correct ed. of 1711 |
| Author | John Milton |
| Published | 1801 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 22 Sep 2006 |
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