Paradise lost, a poem. Pr. from the text of Tonson's correct ed. of 17111801 |
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20. oldal
... stand , a horrid front Of dreadful length and dazzling arms , in guise Of warriors old with order'd spear and shield , Awaiting what command their mighty chief Had to impose : He through the armed files Darts his experienc'd eye , and ...
... stand , a horrid front Of dreadful length and dazzling arms , in guise Of warriors old with order'd spear and shield , Awaiting what command their mighty chief Had to impose : He through the armed files Darts his experienc'd eye , and ...
22. oldal
... Stands on the blasted heath . He now prepar'd To speak ; whereat their doubled ranks they bend From wing to wing , and half inclose him round With all his peers : attention held them mute . Thrice he assay'd , and thrice in spite of ...
... Stands on the blasted heath . He now prepar'd To speak ; whereat their doubled ranks they bend From wing to wing , and half inclose him round With all his peers : attention held them mute . Thrice he assay'd , and thrice in spite of ...
30. oldal
... stand against the Thund'rer's aim Your bulwark , and condemns to greatest share Of endless pain ? where there is then no good For which to strive , no strife can grow up there From faction ; for none sure will claim in Hell Precedence ...
... stand against the Thund'rer's aim Your bulwark , and condemns to greatest share Of endless pain ? where there is then no good For which to strive , no strife can grow up there From faction ; for none sure will claim in Hell Precedence ...
31. oldal
... stand in arms , and longing wait The signal to ascend , sit ling'ring here Heav'n's fugitives , and for their dwelling place Accept this dark opprobrious den of shame , The prison of his tyranny who reigns 50 55 By our delay ? no , let ...
... stand in arms , and longing wait The signal to ascend , sit ling'ring here Heav'n's fugitives , and for their dwelling place Accept this dark opprobrious den of shame , The prison of his tyranny who reigns 50 55 By our delay ? no , let ...
37. oldal
... Stand in his presence humble , and receive Strict laws impos'd , to celebrate his throne With warbled hymns , and to his Godhead sing Forc'd Hallelujahs ; while he lordly sits Our envied sov'reign , and his altar breathes Ambrosial ...
... Stand in his presence humble , and receive Strict laws impos'd , to celebrate his throne With warbled hymns , and to his Godhead sing Forc'd Hallelujahs ; while he lordly sits Our envied sov'reign , and his altar breathes Ambrosial ...
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Paradise Lost, a Poem. PR. from the Text of Tonson's Correct Ed. of 1711 Professor John Milton Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2016 |
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Abdiel Adam Almighty Angel answer'd appear'd arm'd arms beast behold Belial bliss bright burning lake call'd Canaan celestial Cherub Cherubim cloud created creatures dark death deep delight didst divine dreadful dwell eternal evil eyes fair FAIR Angel faith fall'n Father fear fierce fire fix'd flaming flow'rs fruit gates glory Gods grace hand happy hast hath heard heart Heav'n and Earth heav'nly Hell hill Ithuriel join'd king lest light live mankind Messiah mix'd morn mov'd night o'er ordain'd pain Paradise pass'd peace plac'd pleas'd pow'r rais'd reign reply'd return'd round sapience Satan seat seem'd Seraph Serpent shade shalt sight soon spake Spi'rits stars stood sweet taste Thammuz thee thence thine things thither thou hast thoughts throne thyself tow'ards tree Turkish crescent turn'd Uriel vex'd voice wand'ring whence wings Zephon
Népszerű szakaszok
133. oldal - Rising or falling still advance his praise. His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
263. 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.
2. oldal - 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.
114. oldal - Shine not in vain ; nor think, though men were none, That heaven would want spectators, God want praise. Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep. All these with ceaseless praise his works behold Both day and night...
133. oldal - Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, 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.
26. oldal - From heaven, they fabled, thrown by angry Jove 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...
252. oldal - As one, who long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air, Forth issuing on a summer's morn, to breathe Among the pleasant villages and farms Adjoin'd, from each thing met conceives delight; The smell of grain, or tedded grass, or kine, Or dairy, each rural sight, each rural sound...
25. oldal - 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.
29. oldal - HIGH on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind, Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold, Satan exalted sat...
66. oldal - Those other two equalled with me in fate, So were I equalled with them in renown, Blind Thamyris and blind Maeonides, And Tiresias and Phineus prophets old; Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note.