The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Band 101790 |
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... Adam's room The head of all mankind , though Adam's fon .. As in him perish all men , fo in thee , 285 As from a fecond root , fhall be reftor'd As many as are reftor'd , without thee none . His crime makes guilty all his fons ; thy ...
... Adam's room The head of all mankind , though Adam's fon .. As in him perish all men , fo in thee , 285 As from a fecond root , fhall be reftor'd As many as are reftor'd , without thee none . His crime makes guilty all his fons ; thy ...
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... Adam's abode , those lofty shades his bower . Thy way thou canst not mifs , me mine requires . 735 Thus faid , he turn'd ; and Satan bowing low , As to fuperior Spi'rits is wont in Heaven , Where honor due and reverence none neglects ...
... Adam's abode , those lofty shades his bower . Thy way thou canst not mifs , me mine requires . 735 Thus faid , he turn'd ; and Satan bowing low , As to fuperior Spi'rits is wont in Heaven , Where honor due and reverence none neglects ...
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... Adam and Eve difcourfe of going to their reit : their bower de- fcrib'd ; their evening worship . Gabriel drawing forth his bands of night - watch to walk the round of Para- dife , appoints two ftrong Angels to Adam's bower , left the ...
... Adam and Eve difcourfe of going to their reit : their bower de- fcrib'd ; their evening worship . Gabriel drawing forth his bands of night - watch to walk the round of Para- dife , appoints two ftrong Angels to Adam's bower , left the ...
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... Adam the goodliest man of men fince born His fons 4 Adam Book IV . 111 PARADISE LOST .
... Adam the goodliest man of men fince born His fons 4 Adam Book IV . 111 PARADISE LOST .
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English poets. Adam the goodliest man of men fince born His fons , the fairest of her daughters Eve . Under a tuft of fhade that on a green Stood whifp'ring foft , by a fresh fountain fide They fat them down ; and after no more toil Of ...
English poets. Adam the goodliest man of men fince born His fons , the fairest of her daughters Eve . Under a tuft of fhade that on a green Stood whifp'ring foft , by a fresh fountain fide They fat them down ; and after no more toil Of ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Adam afcend againſt almighty Angels appear'd arm'd arms battel behold blifs bright call'd Celeſtial Cherub creatures darkneſs deep defire earth eaſe elſe erft eternal eyes fafe faid fair fair Angels feat feem'd fhall fhould fide fight filent fince fire firft firſt fleep fome fons foon foul fpake ftill ftood fuch fudden gates glory happineſs hath Heav'n heav'nly Hell highth hill himſelf hoft Ithuriel king laſt lefs leſs light loft moſt muſt night o'er ordain'd pafs'd pain Paradife PARADISE LOST pleas'd pleaſant pow'r praiſe rais'd reaſon reft reign reply'd rife rofe round Satan ſeems ſhade ſhall ſhape ſky ſpake ſpear ſpeed Spi'rits ſpread ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtill ſtood ſtream ſuch ſweet thee thefe themſelves thence theſe things thofe thoſe thou thoughts thouſand throne turn'd vex'd wand'ring whofe whoſe wings wiſdom worfe worſe Zephon
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 13 - 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.
Seite 102 - 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 74 - Thee I revisit safe, And feel thy sovran vital lamp ; but thou Revisit'st not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs, Or dim suffusion veiled.
Seite 102 - Ah, wherefore! he deserved no such return From me, whom he created what I was In that bright eminence, and with his good Upbraided none; nor was his service hard.
Seite 216 - The tawny lion, pawing to get free His hinder parts ; then springs, as broke from bonds, And rampant...
Seite 234 - Tell, if ye saw, how came I thus, how here ? Not of myself; by some great Maker then, In goodness and in power pre-eminent : Tell me how may I know him, how adore, From whom I have that thus I move and live, And feel that I am happier than I know...
Seite 57 - And shook a dreadful dart: what seemed his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on. Satan was now at hand, and from his seat The monster moving onward came as fast With horrid strides; Hell trembled as he strode.
Seite 138 - Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, 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 110 - 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.
Seite 234 - Thou sun, said I, fair light, And thou enlighten'd earth, so fresh and gay, Ye hills and dales, ye rivers, woods, and plains, And ye that live and move, fair creatures, tell, Tell, if ye saw, how came I thus, how here?