Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books. The Author John Milton. The Sixth Edition. With Notes of Various Authors, by Thomas Newton, D.D. ...J. and R. Tonson, B. Dodd, H. Woodfall, J. Rivington, R. Baldwin [and 8 others in London], 1763 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 8 találatból.
xcii. oldal
... consists only in apt numbers , fit quantity of syllables , and the sense variously
drawn out from one verse into another , not in the jingling sound of like endings ,
a fault avoided by the learned Ancients both in poetry and all good oratory .
... consists only in apt numbers , fit quantity of syllables , and the sense variously
drawn out from one verse into another , not in the jingling sound of like endings ,
a fault avoided by the learned Ancients both in poetry and all good oratory .
7. oldal
3 Restore us , and regain the blissful feat , Sing heav'nly Mufe , that on the secret
top Of 1 Recover'd Paradise to all .man this sense therefore ( tho ' I believe kind ,
it is not Milton's senie ) the top of By one Man's firm obedience fully it may be ...
3 Restore us , and regain the blissful feat , Sing heav'nly Mufe , that on the secret
top Of 1 Recover'd Paradise to all .man this sense therefore ( tho ' I believe kind ,
it is not Milton's senie ) the top of By one Man's firm obedience fully it may be ...
8. oldal
So that should conclude that sacred is a ge- upon all accounts secret is the most
neral epithet : whereas Secret , in proper epithet , that could have the sense
which I have given it , is been chosen . the molt peculiar one that can be : and ...
So that should conclude that sacred is a ge- upon all accounts secret is the most
neral epithet : whereas Secret , in proper epithet , that could have the sense
which I have given it , is been chosen . the molt peculiar one that can be : and ...
100. oldal
... fad cure ; for who would lose , Though full of pain , this intellectual being ,
Those thoughts that wander through eternity , To perish rather , swallow'd up and
loft In the wide womb of uncreated night , 150 Devoid of sense and motion and
who ...
... fad cure ; for who would lose , Though full of pain , this intellectual being ,
Those thoughts that wander through eternity , To perish rather , swallow'd up and
loft In the wide womb of uncreated night , 150 Devoid of sense and motion and
who ...
274. oldal
commonly talk'd of , whether true There were groves bearing aroma or false ; and
if Milton us'd the tics , and there were others bear- word fabie so here , the sense
is ing fruit for sustenance . The for- clear of the objection . But the mer are ...
commonly talk'd of , whether true There were groves bearing aroma or false ; and
if Milton us'd the tics , and there were others bear- word fabie so here , the sense
is ing fruit for sustenance . The for- clear of the objection . But the mer are ...
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Nem találtunk ismertetőket a szokott helyeken.
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
Adam againſt alſo ancient Angels appear arms beauty becauſe Bentley beſt better called callid Cant death deep deſcribed divine earth edition equal fall fame Father fight fire firſt gates give glory Gods hand hath head Heaven Hell 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 obſerve pain Paradiſe particular paſſage Pearce perhaps perſon poem poet proper reader reaſon river round ſaid ſame Satan ſays ſecond ſee ſeems ſenſe ſeveral ſhall ſhould ſome ſon ſpeaking ſpeech Spirits ſuch thee theſe things thoſe thou thought throne tion turn uſe verſe Virgil whole whoſe wings write
Népszerű szakaszok
vii. oldal - What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw ; The hungry sheep look up and are not fed, But swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly and foul contagion spread; Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once and smite no more.
186. oldal - And feel thy sovran vital lamp ; but thou Revisit'st not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs, Or dim suffusion veiled.
414. oldal - By none ; and if not equal all, yet free, Equally free ; for orders and degrees Jar not with liberty, but well consist.
31. oldal - Aloft, incumbent on the dusky air, That felt unusual weight; till on dry land He lights — if it were land that ever...
256. oldal - O thou that, with surpassing glory crown'd, Look'st from thy sole dominion, like the god Of this new world, at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminish'd heads, to thee I call, But with no friendly voice, and add thy name, 0 sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams, That bring to my remembrance from what state 1 fell, how glorious once above thy sphere...
257. oldal - Ah, wherefore! he deserved no such return From me, whom he created what I was In that bright eminence, and with his good Upbraided none; nor was his service hard.
146. oldal - Whence and what art thou, execrable shape! 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!
354. oldal - Evil into the mind of God or man May come and go, so unapproved, and leave No spot or blame behind...
79. oldal - 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, On Lemnos, the Aegean isle.
272. oldal - Upon the rapid current, which, through veins Of porous earth with kindly thirst up-drawn, Rose a fresh fountain, and with many a rill Water'd the garden ; thence united fell Down the steep glade, and met the nether flood, Which from his darksome passage now appears ; And now, divided into four main streams, Runs diverse, wandering many a famous realm And country...
Bibliográfiai információk
| Cím | Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books. The Author John Milton. The Sixth Edition. With Notes of Various Authors, by Thomas Newton, D.D. ... Eighteenth century Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books. The Author John Milton. The Sixth Edition. With Notes of Various Authors, by Thomas Newton, D.D, John Milton |
| Szerző | John Milton |
| Kiadó | J. and R. Tonson, B. Dodd, H. Woodfall, J. Rivington, R. Baldwin [and 8 others in London], 1763 |
| Eredeti forrása | Oxfordi Egyetem |
| Digitalizálva: | 2007. jún. 19. |
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