Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books. The Author John Milton. From the Text of Thomas Newton D.D. |
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... wide field how he his way should find , O'er which lame faith leads understanding blind ; Left he perplex'd the things he would explain , And what was easy he should render vain . Or if a work so infinite he spann'd , Jealous I was that ...
... wide field how he his way should find , O'er which lame faith leads understanding blind ; Left he perplex'd the things he would explain , And what was easy he should render vain . Or if a work so infinite he spann'd , Jealous I was that ...
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... wide Within , her ample spaces , o'er the smooth 725 And level pavement : from the arched roof , Pendent by subtle magic , many a row Of ftarry lamps , and blazing cressets , fed With Naphtha and Asphaltus , yielded light As from a sky ...
... wide Within , her ample spaces , o'er the smooth 725 And level pavement : from the arched roof , Pendent by subtle magic , many a row Of ftarry lamps , and blazing cressets , fed With Naphtha and Asphaltus , yielded light As from a sky ...
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... wide , but chief the spacious hall ( Though like a cover'd field , where champions bold Wont ride in arm'd , and at the Soldan's chair Defy'd the best of Panim chivalry 765 To mortal combat , or carreer with lance ) Thick fwarm'd , both ...
... wide , but chief the spacious hall ( Though like a cover'd field , where champions bold Wont ride in arm'd , and at the Soldan's chair Defy'd the best of Panim chivalry 765 To mortal combat , or carreer with lance ) Thick fwarm'd , both ...
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... oft on the bord'ring deep Incamp their legions , or , with obfcure wing , Scout far and wide into the realm of night , F 2 125 130 Scorning Scorning surprise . Or could we break our way By Book II . PARADISE LOST . 39.
... oft on the bord'ring deep Incamp their legions , or , with obfcure wing , Scout far and wide into the realm of night , F 2 125 130 Scorning Scorning surprise . Or could we break our way By Book II . PARADISE LOST . 39.
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... wide womb of uncreated night , 135 140 145 150 Devoid of fenfe 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 . Will he , fo ...
... wide womb of uncreated night , 135 140 145 150 Devoid of fenfe 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 . Will he , fo ...
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Adam againſt alſo Angels anſwer appear'd battel beaſt behold beſt call'd cauſe courſe darkneſs death defcend Defenſe defire divine earth eaſe elſe evil eyes faid fair fame Father fays fecond fent fhall fide fight fince firft firſt fome fons foon foul fruit ftill fuch glory hath Heav'n heav'nly Hell higheſt himſelf houſe juſt king laft laſt leaſt lefs leſs live loft loſs Milton moſt muſt night Paradiſe PARADISE LOST paſs'd pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe preſent publiſhed puniſhment rais'd reaſon reft reign reply'd reſt return'd riſe roſe Satan ſaw ſay ſea ſeat ſeek ſeem'd ſeems ſeen ſerve ſeveral ſhall ſhape ſhe ſhould ſhow ſome ſpake Spirits ſpread ſpring ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtill ſtood ſuch ſweet taſte thee themſelves thence theſe thine things thoſe thou thought thouſand throne thyſelf tree uſe vex'd whoſe wings worſe
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Page vi - What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw ; The hungry sheep look up and are not fed, But swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly and foul contagion spread; Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once and smite no more.
Page 87 - Flowers worthy of Paradise, which not nice Art In beds and curious knots, but Nature boon Pour'd forth profuse on hill, and dale, and plain...
Page 180 - Urania, and fit audience find, though few. But drive far off the barbarous dissonance Of Bacchus and his revellers, the race Of that wild rout that tore the Thracian bard In Rhodope, where woods and rocks had ears To rapture, till the savage clamour drown'd Both harp and voice ; nor could the Muse defend Her son.
Page 8 - 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 ; in bulk as huge As whom the fables name of monstrous size, Titanian, or Earth-born, that warr'd on Jove ; Briareos or Typhon, whom the den By ancient Tarsus held ; or that seabeast Leviathan, which God of all his works Created hugest that swim the ocean stream...
Page 52 - 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.
Page 113 - 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.
Page 87 - Which from his darksome passage now appears; And now, divided into four main streams, Runs diverse, wandering many a famous realm And country, whereof here needs no account...
Page 91 - Unargued I obey, so GOD ordains; GOD is thy law, thou mine; to know no more Is woman's happiest knowledge and her praise.
Page 209 - Eve ; heaven is for thee too high To know what passes there ; be lowly wise : Think only what concerns thee and thy being ; Dream not of other worlds, what creatures there Live, in what state, condition, or degree, Contented that thus far hath been reveal'd Not of earth only, but of highest heaven...
Page 220 - She disappear'd, and left me dark: I wak'd To find her, or for ever to deplore Her loss, and other pleasures all abjure...