Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve BooksTimothy Bedlington, 1820 - 305 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 4
... Heav'n hides nothing from thy view , Nor the deep tract of Hell ; say first what cause Mov'd our grand parents , in that happy state , Favour'd of Heav'n so highly , to fall off From their Creator , and transgress his will For one ...
... Heav'n hides nothing from thy view , Nor the deep tract of Hell ; say first what cause Mov'd our grand parents , in that happy state , Favour'd of Heav'n so highly , to fall off From their Creator , and transgress his will For one ...
Σελίδα 5
... Heav'n , As from the centre thrice to th ' utmost pole . O how unlike the place from whence they fell ! There the companions of his fall , o'erwhelm'd With floods and whirlwinds of tempestuous fire , He soon discerns , and , welt'ring ...
... Heav'n , As from the centre thrice to th ' utmost pole . O how unlike the place from whence they fell ! There the companions of his fall , o'erwhelm'd With floods and whirlwinds of tempestuous fire , He soon discerns , and , welt'ring ...
Σελίδα 6
... Heav'n , And shook his throne . What tho ' the field be lost ? All is not lost ; th ' unconquerable will , 106 And study of revenge , immortal hate , And courage never to submit or yield , And what is else not to be overcome ; That ...
... Heav'n , And shook his throne . What tho ' the field be lost ? All is not lost ; th ' unconquerable will , 106 And study of revenge , immortal hate , And courage never to submit or yield , And what is else not to be overcome ; That ...
Σελίδα 7
... Heav'n receiv'd us falling ; and the thunder , Wing'd with red lightning and impetuous rage , Perhaps hath spent his shafts , and ceases now To bellow through the vast and boundless deep . Let us not slip th ' occasion , whether scorn ...
... Heav'n receiv'd us falling ; and the thunder , Wing'd with red lightning and impetuous rage , Perhaps hath spent his shafts , and ceases now To bellow through the vast and boundless deep . Let us not slip th ' occasion , whether scorn ...
Σελίδα 9
... Heav'n , this mournful gloom For that celestial light ? Be ' it so , since he 245 Who now is Sov'reign can dispose ... Heav'n of Hell , a Hell of Heav'n . What matter where , if I be still the same , 255 And what I should be , all but ...
... Heav'n , this mournful gloom For that celestial light ? Be ' it so , since he 245 Who now is Sov'reign can dispose ... Heav'n of Hell , a Hell of Heav'n . What matter where , if I be still the same , 255 And what I should be , all but ...
Συχνά εμφανιζόμενοι όροι και φράσεις
Adam Almighty Angel answer'd appear'd Archangel arm'd arms beast behold bliss BOOK bright burning lake call'd celestial Cherub Cherubim cloud creatures Cusco dark days of Heaven death deep delight divine dreadful dwell eternal etherial evil eyes fair Fair Angel faith fall'n Father fear Fiend fierce fire fix'd form'd fruit gates glory Gods grace hand happy hast hath heard heart Heav'n and Earth heav'nly Hell hill Ithuriel JOHN MILTON join'd King lest light live mankind Messiah mix'd morn night o'er ordain'd pain PARADISE LOST pass'd peace plac'd pleas'd pow'r rais'd reign reply'd return'd round sapience Satan seat seem'd Seraph serpent shalt sight soon sov'reign spake Spirits stars stood sweet taste Thammuz thee thence thine things thither thou hast thought throne thyself tree turn'd vex'd voice wand'ring whence wings Zephon
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Σελίδα 60 - Tunes her nocturnal note : thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Σελίδα 221 - 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.
Σελίδα 162 - To hoarse or mute, though fallen on evil days, On evil days though fallen, and evil tongues; In darkness, and with dangers compassed round, And solitude; yet not alone, while thou Visit'st my slumbers nightly, or when morn Purples the east : still govern thou my song, Urania, and fit audience find, though few.
Σελίδα 82 - I sdein'd subjection, and thought one step higher Would set me highest, and in a moment quit The debt immense of endless gratitude, So burdensome still paying, still to owe...
Σελίδα 116 - Six wings he wore, to shade His lineaments divine: the pair that clad Each shoulder broad came mantling o'er his breast With regal ornament; the middle pair Girt like a starry zone his waist, and round Skirted his loins and thighs with downy gold And colours dipt in heaven; the third his feet Shadow'd from either heel with feather'd mail, Sky-tinctured grain.
Σελίδα 21 - To speak; whereat their doubled ranks they bend From wing to wing, and half enclose him round With all his peers: Attention held them mute. Thrice he assay'd, and thrice, in spite of scorn, Tears, such as Angels weep, burst forth: at last Words, interwove with sighs, found out their way.
Σελίδα 12 - He scarce had ceased, when the superior fiend Was moving toward the shore: his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast; the broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views, At evening, from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
Σελίδα 111 - All what we affirm or what deny, and call Our knowledge or opinion; then retires Into her private Cell when Nature rests.
Σελίδα 13 - They heard, and were abash'd, and up they sprung Upon the wing, as when men wont to watch On duty, sleeping found by whom they dread, Rouse and bestir themselves ere well awake.
Σελίδα 113 - Thyself how wondrous then! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these Thy lowest works : yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. 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.