Paradise Lost: A PoemBaudry's European Library, 1833 - 351 psl. |
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... spake the apostate Angel , though in pain , Vaunting aloud , but rack'd with deep despair : And him thus answer'd soon his bold compeer . « O Prince , O Chief of many throned Powers , That led th ' embattled Seraphim to war Under thy ...
... spake the apostate Angel , though in pain , Vaunting aloud , but rack'd with deep despair : And him thus answer'd soon his bold compeer . « O Prince , O Chief of many throned Powers , That led th ' embattled Seraphim to war Under thy ...
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... spake , and him Beëlzebub Thus answer'd : « Leader of those armies bright , Which but the ' Omnipotent none could have foil'd , If once they hear that voice , their liveliest pledge Of hope in fears and dangers , heard so oft In worst ...
... spake , and him Beëlzebub Thus answer'd : « Leader of those armies bright , Which but the ' Omnipotent none could have foil'd , If once they hear that voice , their liveliest pledge Of hope in fears and dangers , heard so oft In worst ...
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... spake and to confirm his words , out - flew Millions of flaming swords , drawn from the thighs Of mighty cherubim ; the sudden blaze Far round illumin'd Hell : highly they rag'd Against the Highest , and fierce with grasped arms Clash'd ...
... spake and to confirm his words , out - flew Millions of flaming swords , drawn from the thighs Of mighty cherubim ; the sudden blaze Far round illumin'd Hell : highly they rag'd Against the Highest , and fierce with grasped arms Clash'd ...
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... spake . My sentence is for open war : of wiles , More unexpert , I boast not : them let those « < Contrive who need , or when they need , not now . For , while they sit contriving , shall the rest , Millions that stand in arms , and ...
... spake . My sentence is for open war : of wiles , More unexpert , I boast not : them let those « < Contrive who need , or when they need , not now . For , while they sit contriving , shall the rest , Millions that stand in arms , and ...
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... . >> Thus Belial , with words cloth'd in reason's garb , Counselled ignoble ease , and peaceful sloth , Not peace and after him thus Mammon spake . . « Either to disinthrone the King of Heaven We v . 197. ] 37 BOOK II .
... . >> Thus Belial , with words cloth'd in reason's garb , Counselled ignoble ease , and peaceful sloth , Not peace and after him thus Mammon spake . . « Either to disinthrone the King of Heaven We v . 197. ] 37 BOOK II .
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Adam Adam and Eve Æneid Almighty angels answer'd appear'd Aristotle arm'd arms beast behold blank verse bliss bright burning lake call'd celestial Cherub cherubim cloud creatures dark death deep delight divine dreadful dwell earth epic poem eternal evil eyes fable fair Fair angel faith fall'n Father fear fire fix'd fruit glory gods grace hand happy hast hath heaven heavenly hell hill Homer Iliad join'd king labour lest light live mankind Messiah Milton mind mov'd nature night numbers o'er ordain'd pain Paradise Lost Paradise Regained pass'd peace pleas'd poem poet praise rais'd reign return'd round sapience Satan seat seem'd serpent shalt sight soon spake spirits stood sublime sweet taste thee thence thine things thither thou hast thoughts throne thyself tree turn'd vex'd Virgil whence wings wonder words
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127 psl. - But know that, in the soul, Are many lesser faculties, that serve Reason as chief: among these, Fancy next Her office holds; of all external things, Which the five watchful senses represent, She forms imaginations, aery shapes, Which Reason, joining or disjoining, frames All what we affirm or what deny, and call Our knowledge or opinion ; then retires Into her private cell, when Nature rests.
110 psl. - With thee conversing I forget all time ; All seasons and their change, all please alike. Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun, 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
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