Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve BooksJacob Tonson in the Strand, 1826 - 350 oldal |
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3. oldal
... God , and drawing to his side many legions of Angels , was , by the com- mand of God , driven out of Heaven , with all his crew , into the great deep . Which action passed over , the Poem hastens into the midst of things , presenting ...
... God , and drawing to his side many legions of Angels , was , by the com- mand of God , driven out of Heaven , with all his crew , into the great deep . Which action passed over , the Poem hastens into the midst of things , presenting ...
4. oldal
... God to men . 20 . 25 . 30 Say first , for Heaven hides nothing from thy view , Nor the deep tract of Hell ; say first , what cause Moved our grand Parents , in that happy state , Favour'd of Heaven so highly , to fall off From their ...
... God to men . 20 . 25 . 30 Say first , for Heaven hides nothing from thy view , Nor the deep tract of Hell ; say first , what cause Moved our grand Parents , in that happy state , Favour'd of Heaven so highly , to fall off From their ...
6. oldal
... Gods And this empyreal substance cannot fail ; 110 115 Since through experience of this great event In arms not worse , in foresight much advanced , 120 We may with more successful hope resolve To wage , by force or guile , eternal war ...
... Gods And this empyreal substance cannot fail ; 110 115 Since through experience of this great event In arms not worse , in foresight much advanced , 120 We may with more successful hope resolve To wage , by force or guile , eternal war ...
7. oldal
... Gods and heavenly essences Can perish for the mind and spirit remains Invincible , and vigour soon returns , 140 Though all our glory extinct , and happy state Here swallow'd up in endless misery . But what if he our Conqueror ( whom I ...
... Gods and heavenly essences Can perish for the mind and spirit remains Invincible , and vigour soon returns , 140 Though all our glory extinct , and happy state Here swallow'd up in endless misery . But what if he our Conqueror ( whom I ...
9. oldal
... scaped the Stygian flood As Gods , and by their own recover'd strength , Not by the sufferance of supernal Power . Is this the region , this the soil , the clime , 240 Said then the lost Archangel , this the seat 245 PARADISE LOST .
... scaped the Stygian flood As Gods , and by their own recover'd strength , Not by the sufferance of supernal Power . Is this the region , this the soil , the clime , 240 Said then the lost Archangel , this the seat 245 PARADISE LOST .
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Adam Almighty Angels answer'd appear'd Archangel arm'd arms beast Beelzebub behold bliss bright burning lake call'd Canaan celestial Cherub Cherubim cloud created creatures dark days of Heaven death deep delight didst divine dreadful dwell Earth eternal evil eyes fair Fair Angel faith Father fear fierce fire fix'd flaming flowers fruit gates glory Gods grace hand happy hast hath heard heart Heaven heavenly Hell hill Ithuriel JOHN MILTON join'd King lest light live lost mankind Messiah Michaël mix'd nigh night o'er ordain'd pain Paradise PARADISE LOST pass'd peace reign replied return'd round sapience Satan scape seat seem'd Seraph Serpent shalt sight soon sov'reign spake Spirits stars stood sweet taste thee thence thine things thither thou hast thoughts throne thunder thyself tree turn'd Uriel vex'd voice whence wings wonder Zephon
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56. oldal - And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. So much the rather thou, celestial Light, Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate ; there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight.
210. 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.
76. oldal - O thou that, with surpassing glory crowned, Look'st from thy sole dominion like the god Of this new World — at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminished 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...
213. oldal - Should God create another Eve, and I Another rib afford, yet loss of thee Would never from my heart : no, no ! I feel The link of Nature draw me : flesh of flesh, Bone of my bone thou art, and from thy state Mine never shall be parted, bliss or woe.
107. 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. 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.
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, heavenly 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 heavens and earth Rose out of chaos...
81. oldal - But rather to tell how, — if art could tell,— How from that sapphire fount the crisped brooks, Rolling on orient pearl and sands of gold, With mazy error under pendent shades Ran nectar, visiting each plant, and fed Flowers worthy...
50. oldal - O'er bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare, With head, hands, wings, or feet, pursues his way, And swims, or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies.
11. oldal - Over the burning marie, not like those steps On heaven's azure ; and the torrid clime Smote on him sore besides, vaulted with fire.
85. oldal - Ah, gentle pair, ye little think how nigh Your change approaches, when all these delights Will vanish and deliver ye to woe, More woe, the more your taste is now of joy...