Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books, 1±ÇJ. and R. Tonson and S. Draper; and for S. Birt, C. Hitch, J. Hodges [and seven others in London], 1750 |
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Whether it be natural disposition , ¡° fays he , or education in me , or that my
mother « bore me a speaker of what God made my own , " and not a translator . ¡±
And it is somewhat remarkable , that there is scarce any author , who has written
so ...
Whether it be natural disposition , ¡° fays he , or education in me , or that my
mother « bore me a speaker of what God made my own , " and not a translator . ¡±
And it is somewhat remarkable , that there is scarce any author , who has written
so ...
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Their living strength , and unfrequented left His righteous altar , bowing lowly
down To bestial Gods ; for which their heads as low 435 Bow ' d down in battel ,
funk before the spear Of , 1437 . With these in troop . & c . mountain of corruption ,
2 ...
Their living strength , and unfrequented left His righteous altar , bowing lowly
down To bestial Gods ; for which their heads as low 435 Bow ' d down in battel ,
funk before the spear Of , 1437 . With these in troop . & c . mountain of corruption ,
2 ...
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He also ' against the house of God was bold : 470 A leper once he lost , and gain
' d a king , . . Ahaz his fortifh ... For one of Syrian mode , whereon to burn His
odious offerings , and adore the Gods 475 Whom he had vanquish ' d . After
these ...
He also ' against the house of God was bold : 470 A leper once he lost , and gain
' d a king , . . Ahaz his fortifh ... For one of Syrian mode , whereon to burn His
odious offerings , and adore the Gods 475 Whom he had vanquish ' d . After
these ...
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480 Their wand ' ring Gods disguis ' d in brutish forms Rather than human . Nor
did Israel ' scape s Th ' infection , when their borrow ' d gold compos ' di The calf
in Oreb ; and the rebel king : in ? Doubled that fin in Bethel and in Dan , ' .
480 Their wand ' ring Gods disguis ' d in brutish forms Rather than human . Nor
did Israel ' scape s Th ' infection , when their borrow ' d gold compos ' di The calf
in Oreb ; and the rebel king : in ? Doubled that fin in Bethel and in Dan , ' .
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Both her first - born and all her bleating Gods . . . Belial came last , than whom a
Spi ' rit more lewd 490 Fell not from Heaven , or more gross to love Vice for itself :
to him no temple stood Or altar smok ' d ; yet who more oft than he In temples ...
Both her first - born and all her bleating Gods . . . Belial came last , than whom a
Spi ' rit more lewd 490 Fell not from Heaven , or more gross to love Vice for itself :
to him no temple stood Or altar smok ' d ; yet who more oft than he In temples ...
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26 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
240 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
1 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 : or, if Sion hill Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook that flow'd Fast by the oracle of God, I thence Invoke thy aid to my adventrous song, That with no middle flight intends to soar Above the Aonian mount, while it pursues Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme.
472 ÆäÀÌÁö - And full of wrath bent on his enemies. At once the four spread out their starry wings, With dreadful shade contiguous, and the orbs Of his fierce chariot roll'd, as with the sound Of torrent floods, or of a numerous host. He on his impious foes right onward drove, Gloomy as night ; under his burning wheels The steadfast empyrean shook throughout, All but the throne itself of God.
255 ÆäÀÌÁö - Flowers worthy of Paradise, which not nice Art In beds and curious knots, but Nature boon Pour'd forth profuse on hill, and dale, and plain...
176 ÆäÀÌÁö - Whose fountain who shall tell? Before the sun, Before the heavens thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless infinite.
179 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
336 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
179 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
153 ÆäÀÌÁö - Chaos umpire sits, And by decision more embroils the fray By which he reigns : next him, high arbiter, Chance governs all.