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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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... flung For his revolt , yet faithful how they stood , Their glory wither'd : as when Heav'n's fire Hath scath'd the forest oaks , or mountain pines , With singed top their stately growth though bare Stands on the blasted heath .
... flung For his revolt , yet faithful how they stood , Their glory wither'd : as when Heav'n's fire Hath scath'd the forest oaks , or mountain pines , With singed top their stately growth though bare Stands on the blasted heath .
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The happier state In Heav'n , which follows dignity , might draw Envy from each inferior : but who here Will envy whom the highest place exposes Foremost to stand against the Thund'rer's aim Your bulwark , and condemns to greatest share ...
The happier state In Heav'n , which follows dignity , might draw Envy from each inferior : but who here Will envy whom the highest place exposes Foremost to stand against the Thund'rer's aim Your bulwark , and condemns to greatest share ...
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For while they sit contriving , shall the rest , Millions that stand in arms , and longing wait The signal to ascend , sit ling'ring here Heav'n's fugitives , and for their dwelling place Accept this dark opprobrious den of shame ...
For while they sit contriving , shall the rest , Millions that stand in arms , and longing wait The signal to ascend , sit ling'ring here Heav'n's fugitives , and for their dwelling place Accept this dark opprobrious den of shame ...
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Suppose he should relent , And publish grace to all , on promise made Of new subjection ; with what eyes could we Stand in his presence humble , and receive Strict laws impos'd , to celebrate his throne With warbled hymns , and to his ...
Suppose he should relent , And publish grace to all , on promise made Of new subjection ; with what eyes could we Stand in his presence humble , and receive Strict laws impos'd , to celebrate his throne With warbled hymns , and to his ...
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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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