Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve BooksPhillips, Sampsons, & Company, 1850 - 294 pages |
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... pride Had cast him out from Heaven , with all his host Of rebel Angels ; by whose aid , aspiring To set himself in glory above his peers , 30 35 He trusted to have equal'd the Most High , 40 If he opposed ; and , with ambitious aim ...
... pride Had cast him out from Heaven , with all his host Of rebel Angels ; by whose aid , aspiring To set himself in glory above his peers , 30 35 He trusted to have equal'd the Most High , 40 If he opposed ; and , with ambitious aim ...
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... pride and steadfast hate At once , as far as Angels ken , he views The dismal situation waste and wild . 60 65 70 20 A dungeon horrible on all sides round As one great furnace flamed ; yet from those flames No light ; but rather ...
... pride and steadfast hate At once , as far as Angels ken , he views The dismal situation waste and wild . 60 65 70 20 A dungeon horrible on all sides round As one great furnace flamed ; yet from those flames No light ; but rather ...
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... pride Soon recollecting , with high words , that bore Semblance of worth , not substance , gently raised Their fainting courage , and dispell'd their fears . Then straight commands , that at the warlike sound Of trumpets loud and ...
... pride Soon recollecting , with high words , that bore Semblance of worth , not substance , gently raised Their fainting courage , and dispell'd their fears . Then straight commands , that at the warlike sound Of trumpets loud and ...
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... pride , and hardening in his strength Glories for never , since created man , Met such imbodied force , as named with these Could merit more than that small infantry Warr'd on by cranes ; though all the giant brood Of Phlegra with the ...
... pride , and hardening in his strength Glories for never , since created man , Met such imbodied force , as named with these Could merit more than that small infantry Warr'd on by cranes ; though all the giant brood Of Phlegra with the ...
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... pride Waiting revenge : cruel his eye , but cast Signs of remorse and passion , to behold 605 610 The fellows of his crime , the followers rather ( Far other once beheld in bliss ) , condemn'd For ever now to have their lot in pain ...
... pride Waiting revenge : cruel his eye , but cast Signs of remorse and passion , to behold 605 610 The fellows of his crime , the followers rather ( Far other once beheld in bliss ) , condemn'd For ever now to have their lot in pain ...
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Adam adore ambition ambrosial Angels Archangel art thou behold beneath bless'd bliss breast call'd celestial Cherub Cherubim cloud dark days of Heaven death deep Deity delight divine dread dust dwell earth eternal ethereal evil fair Fair Angel fate Father fear fire flame fruit glorious glory Godhead Gods guilt happy hast hath heart Heaven heavenly Hell hope hour human immortal know'st labour light live Lorenzo man's mankind mind mortal Nature Nature's night nought numbers o'er Omnipotence ordain'd pain Paradise PARADISE LOST pass'd peace pleasure praise pride proud rapture Reason reign return'd rise round sapience Satan scape scene seem'd Seraph Serpent shade shines sight skies smile song soon soul spake Spirits stars stood sweet taste thee thence thine things thought throne thyself truth turn'd vex'd virtue whence wing wisdom wise wonder
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Page 15 - Thammuz came next behind, Whose annual wound in Lebanon allured The Syrian damsels to lament his fate In amorous ditties all a summer's day, While smooth Adonis from his native rock 450 Ran purple to the sea, supposed with blood Of Thammuz yearly wounded...
Page 6 - What though the field be lost? All is not lost; the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield: And what is else not to be overcome?
Page 107 - 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.
Page 107 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ! thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair : 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.
Page 33 - A pillar of state ; deep on his front engraven Deliberation sat, and public care ; And princely counsel in his face yet shone Majestic, though in ruin : sage he stood, With Atlantean shoulders fit to bear The weight of mightiest monarchies ; his look Drew audience and attention still as night, Or summer's noontide air...
Page 81 - Out of the fertile ground he caused to grow All trees of noblest kind for sight, smell, taste; And all amid them stood the Tree of Life, High eminent, blooming ambrosial fruit Of vegetable gold ; and next to life, 220 Our death, the Tree of Knowledge, grew fast by, Knowledge of good bought dear by knowing ill.
Page 57 - He and his faithless progeny. Whose fault ? Whose but his own ? Ingrate, he had of me All he could have ; I made him just and right, Sufficient to have stood, though free to fall. Such I created all the ethereal powers And spirits, both them who stood, and them who fail'd ; Freely they stood who stood, and fell who fell.
Page 129 - Against revolted multitudes the cause Of truth, in word mightier than they in arms ; And for the testimony of truth hast borne Universal reproach, far worse to bear Than violence ; for this was all thy care, To stand approved in sight of God, though worlds Judged thee perverse.
Page 77 - Me miserable ! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair? Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep Still threatening to devour me opens wide, To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven.
Page 77 - Omnipotent. Ay me ! they little know How dearly I abide that boast so vain, Under what torments inwardly I groan. While they adore me on the throne of Hell, With diadem and...