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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Had cast him out from Heav'n , with all his hoft Of rebel Angels , by whose aid
aspiring To set himself in glory ' above his peers , He trusted to have equal'd the
most High , If he oppos'd ; and with ambitious aim Against the throne and
monarchy ...
Had cast him out from Heav'n , with all his hoft Of rebel Angels , by whose aid
aspiring To set himself in glory ' above his peers , He trusted to have equal'd the
most High , If he oppos'd ; and with ambitious aim Against the throne and
monarchy ...
67. oldal
This but gave him the faculty of singing is a very beautiful and close fimile ;
sweetly . Odyff . VIII . 64. And Ï it represents the majestic stature , very well
remember to have read and wither'd glory of the Angels ; the word used in the
same sense ...
This but gave him the faculty of singing is a very beautiful and close fimile ;
sweetly . Odyff . VIII . 64. And Ï it represents the majestic stature , very well
remember to have read and wither'd glory of the Angels ; the word used in the
same sense ...
192. oldal
65 Beatitude past utterance ; on his right The radiant image of his glory fat , His
only Son ; on earth he first beheld Our two first parents , yet the only two Of
mankind , in the happy garden plac'd , Reaping immortal fruits of joy and love ...
65 Beatitude past utterance ; on his right The radiant image of his glory fat , His
only Son ; on earth he first beheld Our two first parents , yet the only two Of
mankind , in the happy garden plac'd , Reaping immortal fruits of joy and love ...
350. oldal
O sole in whom my thoughts find all repofe , My glory , my perfection , glad I fee
Thy face , and morn return'd ; for I this night ( Such night till this I never pass'd )
have dream'd , If dream'd , not as I oft am wont , of thee , Works of day past , or ...
O sole in whom my thoughts find all repofe , My glory , my perfection , glad I fee
Thy face , and morn return'd ; for I this night ( Such night till this I never pass'd )
have dream'd , If dream'd , not as I oft am wont , of thee , Works of day past , or ...
411. oldal
in whom my glory I bebod are not unusual in the Scripture it Inz full resplendence
, Heir of all my self . Immediately after the fall of , ] For be is the brigbi . Man we
read , Gen. III . 22 . And 10's of 2.5 Échor's glory , ard apthe Lord God said ...
in whom my glory I bebod are not unusual in the Scripture it Inz full resplendence
, Heir of all my self . Immediately after the fall of , ] For be is the brigbi . Man we
read , Gen. III . 22 . And 10's of 2.5 Échor's glory , ard apthe Lord God said ...
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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
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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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