The Poetical Works of John MiltonWard, Lock, and Company, 1881 - 460ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... out of pain , Through labour and endurance . This deep world Of darkness do we dread ? how oft amidst Thick clouds and dark doth heaven's all - ruling Sire PARADISE LOST . Choose to reside , his glory unobscured 22 PARADISE LOST .
... out of pain , Through labour and endurance . This deep world Of darkness do we dread ? how oft amidst Thick clouds and dark doth heaven's all - ruling Sire PARADISE LOST . Choose to reside , his glory unobscured 22 PARADISE LOST .
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... doth your rational ; and both contain Within them every lower faculty Of sense , whereby they hear , see , smell , touch , taste , Tasting concoct , digest , assimilate , And corporeal to incorporeal turn . For know , whatever was ...
... doth your rational ; and both contain Within them every lower faculty Of sense , whereby they hear , see , smell , touch , taste , Tasting concoct , digest , assimilate , And corporeal to incorporeal turn . For know , whatever was ...
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... doth the prince of hell And his adherents , that with so much ease I suffer them to enter and possess A place so heavenly ; and , conniving , seem To gratify my scornful enemies , That laugh , as if , transported with some fit Of ...
... doth the prince of hell And his adherents , that with so much ease I suffer them to enter and possess A place so heavenly ; and , conniving , seem To gratify my scornful enemies , That laugh , as if , transported with some fit Of ...
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... doth God remit his ire , Though late repenting him of man depraved , Grieved at his heart , when looking down he saw The whole earth fill'd with violence , and all flesh Corrupting each their way ; yet , those removed , Such grace shall ...
... doth God remit his ire , Though late repenting him of man depraved , Grieved at his heart , when looking down he saw The whole earth fill'd with violence , and all flesh Corrupting each their way ; yet , those removed , Such grace shall ...
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... doth give , grant , and assign unto the said Samuel Symons , his executors and assignees , All that book , copy , or manuscript of a Poem entitled Paradise Lost , or by whatsoever other title or name the same is or shall be called or ...
... doth give , grant , and assign unto the said Samuel Symons , his executors and assignees , All that book , copy , or manuscript of a Poem entitled Paradise Lost , or by whatsoever other title or name the same is or shall be called or ...
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Adam angels answer'd ANTISTROPHE appear'd archangel arm'd arms aught beast behold Belial bliss bright call'd Canaan cherub cherubim Chor cloud Comus Dagon dark death deeds deep delight didst divine dread dwell earth Egypt eternal evil eyes fair Father fear fire fix'd flame flowers fruit glory gods grace hand happy hast hath heard heart heaven heavenly hell hill honour Israel John Milton King lest light live Lord lost Lycidas Messiah mortal night nymphs o'er pain Paradise PARADISE LOST pass'd peace Philistines praise reign return'd round sapience Satan scape seat seem'd serpent shade shalt sight Son of God song soon spake spirits stars stood strength sweet taste Thammuz thee thence thine things thither thou art thou hast thoughts throne thunder thyself tree turn'd vex'd virtue voice whence winds wings wonder
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283 ÆäÀÌÁö - With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow To the full-voiced quire below In service high and anthems clear As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
272 ÆäÀÌÁö - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame, nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
312 ÆäÀÌÁö - AVENGE, O Lord, Thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; Even them, who kept Thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not. In Thy book record their groans, Who were Thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks.
276 ÆäÀÌÁö - Through the dear might of Him that walk'd the waves, Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and, singing, in their glory move, And wipe the tears forever from his eyes.
314 ÆäÀÌÁö - Old Law did save, And such as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...
281 ÆäÀÌÁö - Gently o'er the accustomed oak. Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy! Thee, chauntress, oft the woods among I woo, to hear thy even-song; And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green. To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon. Like one that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud.
28 ÆäÀÌÁö - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ; She all night long her amorous descant sung...
276 ÆäÀÌÁö - Shepherds, weep no more ! For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
294 ÆäÀÌÁö - This is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring; For so the holy sages once did sing That he our deadly forfeit should release, And with his Father work us a perpetual peace.
280 ÆäÀÌÁö - Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys; Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sunbeams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus