Paradise lost, a poem. Pr. from the text of Tonson's correct ed. of 17111801 |
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... in this pleasant soil His far more pleasant garden God ordain'd ; Out of the fertile ground he caus'd to grow All trees of noblest kind for sight , smell , taste ; 210 215 And all amid them stood the tree of life , 98 PARADISE LOST .
... in this pleasant soil His far more pleasant garden God ordain'd ; Out of the fertile ground he caus'd to grow All trees of noblest kind for sight , smell , taste ; 210 215 And all amid them stood the tree of life , 98 PARADISE LOST .
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... taste : Betwixt them lawns , or level downs , and flocks Grazing the tender herb , were interpos'd , Or palmy hillock ; or the flow'ry lap Of some irriguous valley spread her store , 255 Flow'rs of all hue , and without thorn the rose ...
... taste : Betwixt them lawns , or level downs , and flocks Grazing the tender herb , were interpos'd , Or palmy hillock ; or the flow'ry lap Of some irriguous valley spread her store , 255 Flow'rs of all hue , and without thorn the rose ...
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... taste is now of joy ; Happy , but for so happy ill secur'd 370 Long to continue , and this high seat your Heaven Ill fenc'd for Heav'n to keep out such a foe As now is enter'd ; yet no purpos'd foe To you , whom I could pity thus ...
... taste is now of joy ; Happy , but for so happy ill secur'd 370 Long to continue , and this high seat your Heaven Ill fenc'd for Heav'n to keep out such a foe As now is enter'd ; yet no purpos'd foe To you , whom I could pity thus ...
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... taste that only tree Of knowledge , planted by the tree of life ; So near grows death to life , whate'er death is , 425 Some dreadful thing no doubt ; for well thou know'st God hath pronounc'd it death to taste that tree , The only sign ...
... taste that only tree Of knowledge , planted by the tree of life ; So near grows death to life , whate'er death is , 425 Some dreadful thing no doubt ; for well thou know'st God hath pronounc'd it death to taste that tree , The only sign ...
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... stands of knowledge call'd , Forbidden them to taste : Knowledge forbidden ? 515 Suspicious , reasonless . Why should their Lord Envy them that ? Can it be sin to know ? Can it be death ? And do they only stand 108 PARADISE LOST .
... stands of knowledge call'd , Forbidden them to taste : Knowledge forbidden ? 515 Suspicious , reasonless . Why should their Lord Envy them that ? Can it be sin to know ? Can it be death ? And do they only stand 108 PARADISE LOST .
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Abdiel Adam Almighty Angel answer'd appear'd arm'd arms beast behold Belial bliss bright burning lake call'd Canaan celestial Cherub Cherubim cloud created creatures dark death deep delight didst divine dreadful dwell eternal evil eyes fair FAIR Angel faith fall'n Father fear fierce fire fix'd flaming flow'rs fruit gates glory Gods grace hand happy hast hath heard heart Heav'n and Earth heav'nly Hell hill Ithuriel join'd king lest light live mankind Messiah mix'd morn mov'd night o'er ordain'd pain Paradise pass'd peace plac'd pleas'd pow'r rais'd reign reply'd return'd round sapience Satan seat seem'd Seraph Serpent shade shalt sight soon spake Spi'rits stars stood sweet taste Thammuz thee thence thine things thither thou hast thoughts throne thyself tow'ards tree Turkish crescent turn'd Uriel vex'd voice wand'ring whence wings Zephon
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133 psl. - Rising or falling still advance his praise. 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.
263 psl. - 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.
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133 psl. - 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. 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.
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25 psl. - Rose, like an exhalation, with the sound Of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet, Built like a temple, where pilasters round Were set, and Doric pillars overlaid With golden architrave ; nor did there want Cornice or frieze with bossy sculptures graven ; The roof was fretted gold.
29 psl. - HIGH on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind, Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold, Satan exalted sat...
66 psl. - Those other two equalled with me in fate, So were I equalled with them in renown, Blind Thamyris and blind Maeonides, And Tiresias and Phineus prophets old; Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note.