The Paradise Lost of Milton, Volume 1Septimus Prowett, 1827 - 24 páginas |
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... hand the flames , 199 207 216 Driven backward , slope their pointing spires , and , rolled In billows , leave i ' the midst a horrid vale . 224 Then with expanded wings he steers his flight Aloft , BOOK I. ] 11 PARADISE LOST .
... hand the flames , 199 207 216 Driven backward , slope their pointing spires , and , rolled In billows , leave i ' the midst a horrid vale . 224 Then with expanded wings he steers his flight Aloft , BOOK I. ] 11 PARADISE LOST .
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... , by the vision led , 433 441 450 His eye surveyed the dark idolatries Who mourned in earnest , when the captive ark 458 Of alienated Judah . Next came one Maimed his brute image , head and hands lopt off 20 [ BOOK I. PARADISE LOST .
... , by the vision led , 433 441 450 His eye surveyed the dark idolatries Who mourned in earnest , when the captive ark 458 Of alienated Judah . Next came one Maimed his brute image , head and hands lopt off 20 [ BOOK I. PARADISE LOST .
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Maimed his brute image , head and hands lopt off In his own temple , on the grunsel edge , Where he fell flat , and shamed his worshippers : Dagon his name , sea - monster , upward man And downward fish : yet had his temple high Reared ...
Maimed his brute image , head and hands lopt off In his own temple , on the grunsel edge , Where he fell flat , and shamed his worshippers : Dagon his name , sea - monster , upward man And downward fish : yet had his temple high Reared ...
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... hands Rifled the bowels of their mother Earth For treasures , better hid . Soon had his crew Opened into the hill a spacious wound , And digged out ribs of gold . Let none admire That riches grow in Hell ; that soil may best Deserve the ...
... hands Rifled the bowels of their mother Earth For treasures , better hid . Soon had his crew Opened into the hill a spacious wound , And digged out ribs of gold . Let none admire That riches grow in Hell ; that soil may best Deserve the ...
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... hands innumerable scarce perform . Nigh on the plain , in many cells prepared , That underneath had veins of liquid fire Sluced from the lake , a second multitude With wonderous art founded the massy ore , Severing each kind , and ...
... hands innumerable scarce perform . Nigh on the plain , in many cells prepared , That underneath had veins of liquid fire Sluced from the lake , a second multitude With wonderous art founded the massy ore , Severing each kind , and ...
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Abdiel Adam adore Almighty angelick Angels Arch-Angel arms battle Beelzebub behold Belial bliss burning lake celestial chariot Cherub Cherubim cloud creatures dark deeds deep delight Designed & Engraved divine dread earth equal eternal ethereal evil fair Fair Angel fall Father fear fell Fiend fierce fiery fire flames flowers gates glory Gods gold golden grace hand happy hast hate hath Heaven heavenly Hell highth hill honour horrid horrour host infernal Ithuriel King legions less light Messiah Moloch night o'er once ordained pain PARADISE LOST praise rage reign revenge round Satan Satan return scaped seat seemed Seraph Seraphim shade shalt shape sight soon sovran spake Spirits stood sweet taste terrour Thammuz thee thence thine things thither thou thoughts throne thunder thyself Uriel wall of Heaven Weening whence winds wings wonder Zephon
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Página 138 - But neither breath of morn, when she ascends With charm of earliest birds, nor rising sun On this delightful land, nor herb, fruit, flower, Glistering with dew, nor fragrance after showers, Nor grateful evening mild, nor silent night, With this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon, Or glittering starlight, without thee is sweet.
Página 13 - Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell Receive thy new possessor; one who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.
Página 162 - Ye mists and exhalations, that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky, or gray, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the world's great Author rise...
Página 139 - 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. How often, from the steep Of echoing hill or thicket have we heard Celestial voices to the midnight air, Sole, or responsive each to others...
Página 136 - 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...
Página 114 - O thou that, with surpassing glory crowned, Look'st from thy sole dominion like the god Of this new World — at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminished 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...
Página 81 - 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...
Página 138 - When first on this delightful Land he spreads His orient Beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful Evening mild...
Página 83 - 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.
Página 161 - 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.