Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve BooksJacob Tonson in the Strand, 1826 - 350 Seiten |
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A Poem in Twelve Books John Milton. Wide gaping , and with utter loss of being Threatens him , plunged in that abortive gulf . If thence he scape into whatever world , Or unknown region , what ... Wide gaping, and with utter loss of being ...
A Poem in Twelve Books John Milton. Wide gaping , and with utter loss of being Threatens him , plunged in that abortive gulf . If thence he scape into whatever world , Or unknown region , what ... Wide gaping, and with utter loss of being ...
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... wide , and all the host of Hell With deafening shout return'd them loud acclaim . 520 Thence more at ease their minds , and somewhat raised By false presumptuous hope , the ranged Powers Disband ; and , wandering , each his several way ...
... wide , and all the host of Hell With deafening shout return'd them loud acclaim . 520 Thence more at ease their minds , and somewhat raised By false presumptuous hope , the ranged Powers Disband ; and , wandering , each his several way ...
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... wide That dismal world , if any clime perhaps 560 565 570 Might yield them easier habitation , bend Four ways their flying march , along the banks Of four infernal rivers that disgorge 575 Into the burning lake their baleful streams ...
... wide That dismal world , if any clime perhaps 560 565 570 Might yield them easier habitation , bend Four ways their flying march , along the banks Of four infernal rivers that disgorge 575 Into the burning lake their baleful streams ...
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... wide Ethiopian to the Cape , 635 640 Ply stemming nightly toward the pole : so seem'd Far off the flying Fiend . At last appear Hell bounds , high reaching to the horrid roof , And thrice threefold the gates ; three folds were brass ...
... wide Ethiopian to the Cape , 635 640 Ply stemming nightly toward the pole : so seem'd Far off the flying Fiend . At last appear Hell bounds , high reaching to the horrid roof , And thrice threefold the gates ; three folds were brass ...
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... wide , 755 Likest to thee in shape and countenance bright Then shining heavenly fair , a goddess arm'd , Out of thy head I sprang ; Amazement seized All the host of Heaven ; back they recoil'd afraid At first , and call'd me Sin , and ...
... wide , 755 Likest to thee in shape and countenance bright Then shining heavenly fair , a goddess arm'd , Out of thy head I sprang ; Amazement seized All the host of Heaven ; back they recoil'd afraid At first , and call'd me Sin , and ...
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Adam Almighty Angels answer'd appear'd Archangel arm'd arms beast Beelzebub behold bliss bright burning lake call'd Canaan celestial Cherub Cherubim cloud created creatures dark days of Heaven death deep delight didst divine dreadful dwell Earth eternal evil eyes fair Fair Angel faith Father fear fierce fire fix'd flaming flowers fruit gates glory Gods grace hand happy hast hath heard heart Heaven heavenly Hell hill Ithuriel JOHN MILTON join'd King lest light live lost mankind Messiah Michaël mix'd nigh night o'er ordain'd pain Paradise PARADISE LOST pass'd peace reign replied return'd round sapience Satan scape seat seem'd Seraph Serpent shalt sight soon sov'reign spake Spirits stars stood sweet taste thee thence thine things thither thou hast thoughts throne thunder thyself tree turn'd Uriel vex'd voice whence wings wonder Zephon
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Seite 56 - 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.
Seite 210 - 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 76 - 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...
Seite 213 - Should God create another Eve, and I Another rib afford, yet loss of thee Would never from my heart : no, no ! I feel The link of Nature draw me : flesh of flesh, Bone of my bone thou art, and from thy state Mine never shall be parted, bliss or woe.
Seite 107 - 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. 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.
Seite 3 - OF Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste Brought death into the world, and all our woe, With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Restore us, and regain the blissful seat, 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...
Seite 81 - But rather to tell how, — if art could tell,— How from that sapphire fount the crisped brooks, Rolling on orient pearl and sands of gold, With mazy error under pendent shades Ran nectar, visiting each plant, and fed Flowers worthy...
Seite 50 - O'er bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare, With head, hands, wings, or feet, pursues his way, And swims, or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies.
Seite 11 - Over the burning marie, not like those steps On heaven's azure ; and the torrid clime Smote on him sore besides, vaulted with fire.
Seite 85 - Ah, gentle pair, ye little think how nigh Your change approaches, when all these delights Will vanish and deliver ye to woe, More woe, the more your taste is now of joy...