The Poetical Works of John Milton, Volume 1William Pickering, 1832 - 148 pages |
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John Milton. son would have acknowledged no government that was not dependent on the throne , and he would have reverenced no ecclesiastical institution that was not united to a hierarchy . It would be curious to guess what his ...
John Milton. son would have acknowledged no government that was not dependent on the throne , and he would have reverenced no ecclesiastical institution that was not united to a hierarchy . It would be curious to guess what his ...
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... throne . He hated popery , as it was slavish , ignorant , an- tichristian , and idolatrous : deep therefore was his sorrow , when he spoke of the dissoluteness of a returning court , of a queen in most likelihood outlandish and a Papist ...
... throne . He hated popery , as it was slavish , ignorant , an- tichristian , and idolatrous : deep therefore was his sorrow , when he spoke of the dissoluteness of a returning court , of a queen in most likelihood outlandish and a Papist ...
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... throne ' of heaven , nor where the wings of the cherubim fan the mercy - seat ; but amid royal halls , in the palaces of magicians , and islands of enchantment . In- stead of the serpent , with hairy mane , and eye of carbuncle gliding ...
... throne ' of heaven , nor where the wings of the cherubim fan the mercy - seat ; but amid royal halls , in the palaces of magicians , and islands of enchantment . In- stead of the serpent , with hairy mane , and eye of carbuncle gliding ...
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... throne . What though the field be All is not lost ; th ' unconquerable will , [ lost ? 110 And study of revenge , immortal hate And courage never to submit or yield , And what is else not to be overcome ; That glory never shall his ...
... throne . What though the field be All is not lost ; th ' unconquerable will , [ lost ? 110 And study of revenge , immortal hate And courage never to submit or yield , And what is else not to be overcome ; That glory never shall his ...
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... thrones ; Though of their names in heavenly records now Be no memorial , blotted out and raz'd By their rebellion from the books of life . Nor had they yet among the sons of Eve 364 Got them new names ; till wand'ring o'er the earth ...
... thrones ; Though of their names in heavenly records now Be no memorial , blotted out and raz'd By their rebellion from the books of life . Nor had they yet among the sons of Eve 364 Got them new names ; till wand'ring o'er the earth ...
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Page 4 - A dungeon horrible on all sides round, As one great furnace flamed ; yet from those flames No light ; but rather darkness visible, Served only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell ; hope never comes, That comes to all ; but torture without end Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed With ever-burning sulphur unconsumed.
Page 32 - 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 64 - 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.
Page 3 - With vain attempt. Him the Almighty Power Hurled headlong flaming from the ethereal sky With hideous ruin and combustion down To bottomless perdition, there to dwell In adamantine* chains and penal fire, Who durst defy the Omnipotent to arms.
Page 82 - Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note...
Page 64 - That dar'st, though grim and terrible, advance Thy miscreated front athwart my way To yonder gates ? Through them I mean to pass, That be assured, without leave asked of thee. Retire ; or taste thy folly, and learn by proof, Hell-born, not to contend with Spirits of Heaven.
Page 125 - For a man indeed ought not to cover his head, forasmuch as he is the image and glory of God : but the woman is the glory of the man. For the man is not of the woman; but the woman of the man. Neither was the man created for the woman ; but the woman for the man.
Page 3 - Before all temples the upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for Thou know'st; Thou from the first Wast present, and, with mighty wings outspread, 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 10 - 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 137 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung...