Paradise lost, a poem. Pr. from the text of Tonson's correct ed. of 17111801 |
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... thee not , nor ever saw till now Sight more detestable than him and thee . 735 740 745 T ' WHOM thus the portress of Hell gate reply'd . Hast thou forgot me then , and do I seem Now in thine eyes so foul ? Once deem'd so fair In Heav'n ...
... thee not , nor ever saw till now Sight more detestable than him and thee . 735 740 745 T ' WHOM thus the portress of Hell gate reply'd . Hast thou forgot me then , and do I seem Now in thine eyes so foul ? Once deem'd so fair In Heav'n ...
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... art my father , thou my author , thou My being gav'st me ; whom should I obey But thee , whom follow ? thou wilt bring me soon To that new world of light and bliss , among The Gods who live at ease , where I shall reign At thy right ...
... art my father , thou my author , thou My being gav'st me ; whom should I obey But thee , whom follow ? thou wilt bring me soon To that new world of light and bliss , among The Gods who live at ease , where I shall reign At thy right ...
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... thee , stranger , who thou art , 990 That mighty leading Angel who of late 985 Made head against Heav'n's king , though overthrown . I saw and heard , for such a numerous host Fled not in silence through the frighted deep With ruin upon ...
... thee , stranger , who thou art , 990 That mighty leading Angel who of late 985 Made head against Heav'n's king , though overthrown . I saw and heard , for such a numerous host Fled not in silence through the frighted deep With ruin upon ...
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... art alone My word , my wisdom , and effectual might , All hast thou spoken as my thoughts are , all As my eternal purpose hath decreed : Man shall not quite be lost , but sav'd who will , Yet not of will in him , but grace in me 165 170 ...
... art alone My word , my wisdom , and effectual might , All hast thou spoken as my thoughts are , all As my eternal purpose hath decreed : Man shall not quite be lost , but sav'd who will , Yet not of will in him , but grace in me 165 170 ...
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... thee 235 Freely put off , and for him lastly die 240 Well pleas'd ; on me let Death wreak all his rage ; Under his gloomy pow'r I shall not long All lie vanquish'd ; thou hast given me to possess Life in myself for ever ; by thee I live ...
... thee 235 Freely put off , and for him lastly die 240 Well pleas'd ; on me let Death wreak all his rage ; Under his gloomy pow'r I shall not long All lie vanquish'd ; thou hast given me to possess Life in myself for ever ; by thee I live ...
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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 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 Paradise Lost 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 sov'reign spake Spi'rit Spirits stars stood sweet taste Thammuz thee thence thine things thither thou hast thoughts throne thyself tree turn'd Uriel vex'd voice wand'ring whence wings Zephon
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133 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.