Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books. The Author John Milton. Printed from the Text of Tonson's Correct Edition of 1711. A New Edition, with Notes and the Life of the Author, in Three Volumes, by Thomas Newton, ...proprietors, 1795 |
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... shown , and met in arms No equal , ranging through the dire attack Of fighting Seraphim confus'd , at length Saw where the sword of Michael smote , and fell'd 249 1 Squadrons at once ; with huge two - handed BOOK VI . ] PARADISE LOST .
... shown , and met in arms No equal , ranging through the dire attack Of fighting Seraphim confus'd , at length Saw where the sword of Michael smote , and fell'd 249 1 Squadrons at once ; with huge two - handed BOOK VI . ] PARADISE LOST .
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... once ; with huge two - handed sway Brandish'd aloft the horrid edge came down : Wide wasting such destruction to withstand He hasted , and oppos'd the rocky orb Of tenfold adamant , his ample shield , A vast circumference : At his ...
... once ; with huge two - handed sway Brandish'd aloft the horrid edge came down : Wide wasting such destruction to withstand He hasted , and oppos'd the rocky orb Of tenfold adamant , his ample shield , A vast circumference : At his ...
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... once ; nor odds appear'd In might or swift prevention : but the sword 320 Of Michael from the armoury of God Was giv'n him temper'd so , that neither keen Nor solid might resist that edge : it met The sword of Satan with steep force to ...
... once ; nor odds appear'd In might or swift prevention : but the sword 320 Of Michael from the armoury of God Was giv'n him temper'd so , that neither keen Nor solid might resist that edge : it met The sword of Satan with steep force to ...
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... Once found , which yet unfound most would have thought Impossible : yet haply of thy race In future days , if maliçe should abound , Some one intent on mischief , or inspir'd With devilish machination , might devise Like instrument to ...
... Once found , which yet unfound most would have thought Impossible : yet haply of thy race In future days , if maliçe should abound , Some one intent on mischief , or inspir'd With devilish machination , might devise Like instrument to ...
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... once their reeds Put forth , and to a narrow vent apply'd With nicest touch . Immediate in a flame , But soon obscur'd with smoke , all Heav'n appear'd , From those deep - throated engines belch'd , whose roar Imbowel'd with outrageous ...
... once their reeds Put forth , and to a narrow vent apply'd With nicest touch . Immediate in a flame , But soon obscur'd with smoke , all Heav'n appear'd , From those deep - throated engines belch'd , whose roar Imbowel'd with outrageous ...
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Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books. the Author John Milton. Printed From ... John Milton Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2023 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Adam Angel answer'd appear'd arm'd arms beast behold bliss call'd Canaan celestial chariot Cherubic Cherubim cloud creatures darkness death deep delight descend didst divine doom dwell eternal evil eyes fair faith Father fear fierce firmament of Heaven fix'd form'd fruit glory Gods Grotius ground hand happy hast thou hath heard heart Heav'n and Earth heav'nly Hell hill human voice interpolated JOHN MILTON join'd judg'd Lauder lest light live lost mankind Masenius Messiah Michael Milton mix'd mountain mov'd night ordain'd Paradise Paradise Lost peace Phineus pow'r rais'd receiv'd reply'd return'd sapience Satan seat seed seem'd Serpent shalt sight soon spake Spi'rits Spirit stars stood sweet Tartaro taste thee thence thine things THOMAS NEWTON thou hast thou may'st thought throne thyself Tiresias tree turn'd virtue voice wak'd wand'ring whence wings
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 208 - Henceforth, I learn that to obey is best, And love with fear the only God, to walk As in his presence, ever to observe His providence, and on him sole depend...
Seite 104 - 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.
Seite 150 - And straight conjunction with this sex. For either He never shall find out fit mate, but such As some misfortune brings him, or mistake ; Or whom he wishes most shall seldom gain, Through her perverseness, but shall see her gain'd By a far worse, or, if she love, withheld By parents ; or his happiest choice too late Shall meet, already link'd and wedlock-bound To a fell adversary, his hate or shame: Which infinite calamity shall cause To human life, and household peace confound.
Seite 2 - Against revolted multitudes the cause Of truth, in word mightier than they in arms ; And for the testimony of truth hast borne Universal reproach, far worse to bear Than violence ; for this was all thy care To stand approved in sight of God, though worlds Judged thee perverse...
Seite 72 - Thy words, Creator bounteous and benign Giver of all things fair, but fairest this Of all thy gifts, nor enviest. I now see Bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh, myself Before me. Woman is her name, of man Extracted ; for this cause he shall forego Father and mother, and to his wife adhere ; And they shall be one flesh, one heart, one soul.
Seite 167 - With what to sight or smell was sweet, from thee How shall I part, and whither wander down Into a lower world, to this obscure And wild ? how shall we breathe in other air Less pure, accustom'd to immortal fruits?
Seite 150 - My only strength and stay: forlorn of thee, Whither shall I betake me, where subsist ? While yet we live, scarce one short hour perhaps, Between us two let there be peace...
Seite 209 - And all the rule, one empire; only add Deeds to thy knowledge answerable; add faith, Add virtue, patience, temperance ; add love, By name to come call'd charity, the soul Of all the rest: then wilt thou not be loth To leave this Paradise, but shalt possess A paradise within thee, happier far.
Seite 112 - Earth trembled from her entrails, as again In pangs; and Nature gave a second groan; Sky lour'd, and, muttering thunder, some sad drops Wept at completing of the mortal sin Original...
Seite 169 - So many grateful altars I would rear Of grassy turf, and pile up every stone Of lustre from the brook, in memory Or monument to ages, and thereon Offer sweet-smelling gums, and fruits, and flowers T In yonder nether world where shall I seek His bright appearances, or footstep trace...