Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve Books. The Author John Milton. According to the Author's Last Edition, in the Year 1674W. and W. Smith, P. Wilson, and T. Ewing, 1767 - 348 psl. |
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... head , and therefore with all his progeny devoted to death muft dye , unless fome one can be found fufficient to answer for his offence , and undergo his punishment . The fon of God freely offers himself a ransom for man : the father ...
... head , and therefore with all his progeny devoted to death muft dye , unless fome one can be found fufficient to answer for his offence , and undergo his punishment . The fon of God freely offers himself a ransom for man : the father ...
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... head up - lift above the wave , and eyes That sparkling blaz'd , his other parts besides , Prone on the flood , extended long and large , Lay floating many a rood , in bulk as huge As whom the fables name of monftrous fize , Titanian ...
... head up - lift above the wave , and eyes That sparkling blaz'd , his other parts besides , Prone on the flood , extended long and large , Lay floating many a rood , in bulk as huge As whom the fables name of monftrous fize , Titanian ...
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... heads and leaders thither hafte where stood Their great commander ; godlike shapes and forms Excelling human , princely dignities , And powers that erft in heaven fat on thrones ; Though of their names in heavenly records now Be no ...
... heads and leaders thither hafte where stood Their great commander ; godlike shapes and forms Excelling human , princely dignities , And powers that erft in heaven fat on thrones ; Though of their names in heavenly records now Be no ...
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... heads as low Bow'd down in battle , funk before the spear Of despicable foes . With these in troop Came Aftoreth , whom ... head and hands lopt off In his own temple , on the grunsel edge , Where he fell flat , and sham'd his worshippers ...
... heads as low Bow'd down in battle , funk before the spear Of despicable foes . With these in troop Came Aftoreth , whom ... head and hands lopt off In his own temple , on the grunsel edge , Where he fell flat , and sham'd his worshippers ...
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... heads ; while we perhaps Defigning or exhorting glorious war , Caught in a fierie tempest shall be hurl'd Each on his rock transfixt , the sport and prey Of racking whirlwinds , or for ever funk Under yon boyling ocean , wrapt in chains ...
... heads ; while we perhaps Defigning or exhorting glorious war , Caught in a fierie tempest shall be hurl'd Each on his rock transfixt , the sport and prey Of racking whirlwinds , or for ever funk Under yon boyling ocean , wrapt in chains ...
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Adam Ægypt againſt alſo angels arm'd beaſt behold beſt blifs call'd cauſe cherubim cloud darkneſs death deep defcend defire divine earth eaſe elfe erft evil eyes faid fair feat feem'd ferpent fhall fide fight fince fire firft firſt fome foon foul fpake fruit ftill fuch gate glory hath heav'n heav'nly hell higheſt highth hill himſelf hoft juſt laft laſt leaſt lefs leſs light loft moſt muſt night o're Paradife paſs paſt pleas'd pleaſant pleaſure praiſe puniſhment rais'd reaſon reft repli'd reſt return'd rife rofe Satan ſeems ſhade ſhall ſhame ſhape ſhe ſhould ſome ſon ſpake ſpirit ſtand ſtars ſtate ſteps ſtill ſtood ſtrength ſuch ſweet tafte taſte thee thefe themſelves thence theſe thine things thofe thoſe thou thoughts thouſand throne tree turn'd wandring whofe whoſe wings wiſdom worfe worſe
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124 psl. - His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
88 psl. - 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.
121 psl. - Evil into the mind of God or man May come and go, so unapproved, and leave No spot or blame behind...
251 psl. - Matter of scorn, not to be given the foe. However, I with thee have fix'd my lot, Certain to undergo like doom; if death Consort with thee, death is to me as life; So forcible within my heart I feel The bond of nature draw me to my own, My own in thee, for what thou art is mine; Our state cannot be sever'd, we are one, One flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself.
44 psl. - Typhoean rage more fell, Rend up both rocks and hills, and ride the air In whirlwind ; hell scarce holds the wild uproar.
7 psl. - Thus Satan, talking to his nearest mate, With head uplift above the wave, and eyes That sparkling blazed ; his other parts besides, Prone on the flood, extended long and large, Lay floating many a rood...
32 psl. - 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.
147 psl. - Abdiel, faithful found, Among the faithless faithful only he; Among innumerable false unmoved, Unshaken, unseduced, unterrified, His loyalty he kept, his love, his zeal ; Nor number nor example with him wrought To swerve from truth, or change his constant mind, Though single.
208 psl. - 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...
25 psl. - Sheer o'er the crystal battlements: from morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, A summer's day; and with the setting sun Dropt from the zenith, like a falling star, On Lemnos, the Aegean isle.