The Poetical Works of John Milton: With the Life of the Author, 1. kötet
F. Lucas and J. Cushing., 1813 - 565 oldal
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Adam angel arms beast behold bliss BOOK bounds bright bring call'd cloud created creatures dark death deep delight divine doubt 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 land leave less light live look lost mind morn nature never night once pain Paradise peace perhaps pow'r reason reign reply'd rest rise round Satan seat seek seem'd serpent shape side sight sons soon sound spake spirits stand stars stood sweet taste thee thence things thou thoughts throne till tree virtue voice whence wide winds wings
193. oldal - Yet when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems And in herself complete; so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best...
219. oldal - 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.
3. oldal - OF Man's First Disobedience, and the Fruit Of that Forbidden Tree, whose mortal taste Brought Death into the World, and all our woe, With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Restore us, and regain the blissful Seat, Sing Heav'nly Muse, that on the secret top Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire That Shepherd, who first taught the chosen Seed, In the Beginning how the Heav'ns and Earth Rose out of Chaos...
10. oldal - What matter where, if I be still the same, And what I should be, all but less than he Whom thunder hath made greater? Here at least We shall be free...
111. oldal - 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.
305. oldal - Began to parch that temperate clime ; whereat In either hand the hast'ning angel caught Our ling'ring parents, and to th' eastern gate Led them direct, and down the cliff as fast To the subjected plain ; then disappear'd. 640 They looking back, all th...
50. oldal - The secrets of the hoary deep ; a dark Illimitable ocean, without bound, Without dimension; where length, breadth, and height, And time, and place, are lost ; where eldest Night And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold Eternal anarchy, amidst the noise Of endless wars, and by confusion stand.
6. oldal - This downfall : since by fate the strength of gods And this empyreal substance cannot fail ; Since through experience of this great event In arms not worse, in foresight much...
111. oldal - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty, thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
79. oldal - He brings, and round about him, nor from Hell One step, no more than from himself, can fly By change of place.