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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Betwixt Damiata and mount Cafius old , , ; Where armies whole have funk : the
parching air Burns frore , and cold performs th ' effect of fire . 595 Thither by harpy
- footed furies hald At certain revolutions all the damnd Are brought ; and feel by ...
Betwixt Damiata and mount Cafius old , , ; Where armies whole have funk : the
parching air Burns frore , and cold performs th ' effect of fire . 595 Thither by harpy
- footed furies hald At certain revolutions all the damnd Are brought ; and feel by ...
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Swift to their several quarters hasted then The cumbrous elements , earth , flood ,
air , fire ; 715 And this ethereal quintessence of Heaven Flew upward , spirited
with various forms , That rolld orbicular , and turn ' d to stars Numberless , as thou
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Swift to their several quarters hasted then The cumbrous elements , earth , flood ,
air , fire ; 715 And this ethereal quintessence of Heaven Flew upward , spirited
with various forms , That rolld orbicular , and turn ' d to stars Numberless , as thou
...
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to me the most exquisite , or those The poet opens this book with a which are not
so obvious to ordi . wish in the manner of Shakespear , nary readers . Every one
that has for a Mufe of fire & c . Prolog . ta read the critics who have written Henry ...
to me the most exquisite , or those The poet opens this book with a which are not
so obvious to ordi . wish in the manner of Shakespear , nary readers . Every one
that has for a Mufe of fire & c . Prolog . ta read the critics who have written Henry ...
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Here in close recess With flowers , garlands , and sweet - smelling herbs
Espoused Eve deck ' d first her nuptial bed , 710 And heav ' nly quires the
hymen©¡an fung , What day the genial Angel to our fire Brought her in naked
beauty more ...
Here in close recess With flowers , garlands , and sweet - smelling herbs
Espoused Eve deck ' d first her nuptial bed , 710 And heav ' nly quires the
hymen©¡an fung , What day the genial Angel to our fire Brought her in naked
beauty more ...
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Moon , that now meet ' st the orient sun , now fly ' st , With the fix ' d stars , fix ' d in
their orb that flies , 176 And ye five other wand ' ring fires that move In mystic
dance not without song , resound His praise , who out of darkness call ' d up light
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Moon , that now meet ' st the orient sun , now fly ' st , With the fix ' d stars , fix ' d in
their orb that flies , 176 And ye five other wand ' ring fires that move In mystic
dance not without song , resound His praise , who out of darkness call ' d up light
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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.