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The Works of the English Poets. with Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, by ...
English Poets,Samuel Johnson
Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2015
Adam almighty Angels arms battel behold bliss BOOK bounds bright bring call'd clouds command created creatures dark death deep delight divine dwell earth equal eternal evil eyes fair fall Father fell flaming force fruit gates glory Gods gold golden grace half hand happy hast hath head heard Heav'n heav'nly Hell hill hope host king land less light live look lost Mean mind morn move nature night o'er once pain Paradise perhaps pow'r Powers praise pure reason receive reign rest rise rose round Satan seem'd shade shape side sield sight sire sirst sons soon sound spake Spi'rits stand stars stood sweet taste thee thence things thou thoughts throne thyself tree voice whence wide winds wings worse
13. oldal - Here we may reign secure, and, in my choice, To reign is worth ambition, though in hell: Better to reign in hell, than serve in heaven.
102. 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...
74. oldal - Thee I revisit safe, 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.
102. 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.
222. oldal - The tawny lion, pawing to get free His hinder parts ; then springs, as broke from bonds, And rampant...
240. oldal - Tell, if ye saw, how came I thus, how here ? Not of myself; by some great Maker then, In goodness and in power pre-eminent : Tell me how may I know him, how adore, From whom I have that thus I move and live, And feel that I am happier than I know...
57. oldal - And shook a dreadful dart: what seemed his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on. Satan was now at hand, and from his seat The monster moving onward came as fast With horrid strides; Hell trembled as he strode.
144. 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.
110. oldal - The birds their quire apply ; airs, vernal airs, Breathing the smell of field and grove, attune The trembling leaves, while universal Pan, Knit with the Graces and the Hours in dance, Led on the eternal Spring.