Le Paradis perdu de MiltonKrabbe, 1857 - 448 Seiten |
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... hast brillant l'enseigne impérialə , qui haute et pleinement avancée brille comme un météore s'écoulant dans le vent les perles et le riche éclat de l'or y blasonnaient les armes et les trophées séraphiques . Pendant tout ce temps l ...
... hast brillant l'enseigne impérialə , qui haute et pleinement avancée brille comme un météore s'écoulant dans le vent les perles et le riche éclat de l'or y blasonnaient les armes et les trophées séraphiques . Pendant tout ce temps l ...
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... Hast thou forgot me then , and do I seem Now in thine eye so foul , once deem'd so fair In Heaven ? when at the assembly , and in sight Of all the seraphim with thee combin'd ◅ assemblée et à la vue des séraphins entrés avec 74 LE ...
... Hast thou forgot me then , and do I seem Now in thine eye so foul , once deem'd so fair In Heaven ? when at the assembly , and in sight Of all the seraphim with thee combin'd ◅ assemblée et à la vue des séraphins entrés avec 74 LE ...
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... hast made ? So should thy goodness and thy greatness both Be question'd and blasphem'd without defence .. To whom the great Creator thus replied : O Son , in whom my soul hath chief delight , Son of my bosom , Son , who art alone My ...
... hast made ? So should thy goodness and thy greatness both Be question'd and blasphem'd without defence .. To whom the great Creator thus replied : O Son , in whom my soul hath chief delight , Son of my bosom , Son , who art alone My ...
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... , and this Freely pat off , and food Well pleasantG Under his glory i 1 Lie vanquished , thou hast Life in any sell for ever Though now to Death by All that of upcon Dị « prévient ainsi ! Il ne l'appellera jamais à son Account me man ...
... , and this Freely pat off , and food Well pleasantG Under his glory i 1 Lie vanquished , thou hast Life in any sell for ever Though now to Death by All that of upcon Dị « prévient ainsi ! Il ne l'appellera jamais à son Account me man ...
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... hast given me to possess Life in myself for ever ; by thee I live , Though now to Death I yield , and am his due All that of me can Die : Yet that debt paid , Thou wilt not leave me in the loathsome grave His prey , nor suffer my ...
... hast given me to possess Life in myself for ever ; by thee I live , Though now to Death I yield , and am his due All that of me can Die : Yet that debt paid , Thou wilt not leave me in the loathsome grave His prey , nor suffer my ...
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Adam angel anges another world appear'd archangel arms beast behold best bliss bright bring call'd céleste choses ciel cloud created créatures dark darkness death deep delight Dieu divine doom dwell earth Éden envy eternal evil eyes Father fear find fire firmament first forth found fruit glory godlike gods good great hand happy hath head heard heart Heaven heavenly Hell high hill his punishment hope King know l'enfer l'homme last leave left less life light lost love made mankind mind night o'er offspring once Paradise pass'd peace perhaps power powers race replied return'd round Satan scarce scorn seat seem'd seest serpent shape side sight soon spake spirits stand stood sweet taste terre their thence things thou though thoughts Thrice throne tree tree Of Knowledge turn'd whence wide wings words works world worse
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Seite 89 - Tunes her nocturnal note : 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...
Seite 142 - 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; Silence was...
Seite 144 - 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.
Seite 167 - 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.
Seite 50 - Devoid of sense and motion? And who knows, Let this be good, whether our angry Foe Can give it, or will ever? How he can Is doubtful; that he never will is sure. Will he, so wise, let loose at once his ire Belike through impotence, or unaware, To give his enemies their wish, and end Them in his anger, whom his anger saves To punish endless? Wherefore cease we then?
Seite 406 - There is, said Michael, if thou well observe The rule of Not too much ; by temperance taught, In what thou eat'st and drink'st ; seeking from thence Due nourishment, not gluttonous delight, Till many years over thy head return : So may'st thou live ; till, like ripe fruit, thou drop Into thy mother's lap ; or be with ease Gather'd, not harshly pluck'd, for death mature : This is Old Age...
Seite 119 - 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...
Seite 447 - Which he hath sent propitious some great good Presaging, since, with sorrow and heart's distress Wearied, I fell asleep : but now lead on ; In me is no delay ; with thee to go Is to stay here ; without thee here to stay Is to go hence unwilling ; thou to me Art all things under heaven, all places thou. Who for my wilful crime art banish'd hence This further consolation yet secure I carry hence ; though all by me is lost, Such favour I unworthy am vouchsafed, By me the promised Seed shall all restore.
Seite 237 - Urania, and fit audience find, though few. But drive far off the barbarous dissonance Of Bacchus and his revellers, the race Of that wild rout that tore the Thracian Bard In Rhodope, where woods and rocks had ears To rapture, till the savage clamour drowned Both harp and voice ; nor could the Muse defend Her son.
Seite 128 - The birds their quire apply ; airs, vernal airs, Breathing the smell of field and grove, attune The trembling leaves, while universal Pan, Knit with the Graces and the Hours in dance, Led on the eternal Spring.