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And in his hand a reed Stood waving tipt with fire . The grassy clods now caly'd . .
In these , and inpumerable other instances , the metaphors are very bold , but just
. I must , bowever , observe , that the metaphors do not abound in Milton ...
And in his hand a reed Stood waving tipt with fire . The grassy clods now caly'd . .
In these , and inpumerable other instances , the metaphors are very bold , but just
. I must , bowever , observe , that the metaphors do not abound in Milton ...
Page cxxii
... is more awed and elevated when he hears Æneas or Achilles speak , than
when Virgil or Homer speak in their own persons ; besides , assuming the
character of an eminent man , has a tendency to fire the immagination , and raise
the ideas ...
... is more awed and elevated when he hears Æneas or Achilles speak , than
when Virgil or Homer speak in their own persons ; besides , assuming the
character of an eminent man , has a tendency to fire the immagination , and raise
the ideas ...
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Him the Almighty Power Hurld headlong flaming from th ' ethereal sky , With
hideous ruin and combustion , down To bottomless perdition ; there to dwell In
adamantine chains and penal fire , Who durst defy th * Omnipotent to arms . Nine
times ...
Him the Almighty Power Hurld headlong flaming from th ' ethereal sky , With
hideous ruin and combustion , down To bottomless perdition ; there to dwell In
adamantine chains and penal fire , Who durst defy th * Omnipotent to arms . Nine
times ...
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There the companions of his fall , o'erwhelm'd With floods and whirlwinds of
tempestuous fire , He soon discerns ; and , weltering by his side , One next
himself in power , and next in crime , Long after known in Palestine , and nam'd
Beëlzebub ...
There the companions of his fall , o'erwhelm'd With floods and whirlwinds of
tempestuous fire , He soon discerns ; and , weltering by his side , One next
himself in power , and next in crime , Long after known in Palestine , and nam'd
Beëlzebub ...
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... to suffer and support our pains , That we may so suffice his vengeful ire , Or do
him mightier service as his thralls By right of war , whate'er his business be , Here
in the heart of Hell to work in fire , Or do his errands in the gloomy deep ?
... to suffer and support our pains , That we may so suffice his vengeful ire , Or do
him mightier service as his thralls By right of war , whate'er his business be , Here
in the heart of Hell to work in fire , Or do his errands in the gloomy deep ?
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Page 220 - Shine not in vain ; nor think, though men were none, That heaven would want spectators, God want praise : Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep : All these with ceaseless praise his works behold Both day and night. How often from the steep Of echoing hill or thicket have we heard Celestial voices to the midnight air, Sole, or responsive each to other's note, Singing their great Creator...
Page 132 - And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. So much the rather thou, celestial Light, Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate ; there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight.
Page 180 - Till pride and worse ambition threw me down, Warring in heaven against heaven's matchless King ! 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. What could be less than to afford him praise, The easiest recompense, and pay him thanks, How due...
Page 40 - A shout, that tore Hell's concave, and beyond Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night. All in a moment through the gloom were seen Ten thousand banners rise into the air With orient colours waving: with them rose A forest huge of spears, and thronging helms Appear'd. and serried shields in thick array Of depth immeasurable...
Page 254 - 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.
Page 154 - That brought into this world a world of woe, Sin and her shadow Death, and misery Death's harbinger. Sad task ! yet argument Not less but more heroic than the wrath Of stern Achilles on his foe, pursued . Thrice fugitive about Troy wall ; or rage Of Turnus for Lavinia disespoused ; Or Neptune's ire, or Juno's, that so long Perplex'd the Greek and Cytherea's son ; If answerable style.
Page 58 - 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...
Page 180 - O thou that, with surpassing glory crown'd, Look'st from thy sole dominion, like the god Of this new world, at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminish'd heads, to thee I call, But with no friendly voice, and add thy name, 0 sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams, That bring to my remembrance from what state 1 fell, how glorious once above thy sphere...
Page 132 - 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; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me...
Page 8 - Reserved him to more wrath ; for now the thought Both of lost happiness and lasting pain Torments him ; round he throws his baleful eyes, That witness'd huge affliction and dismay, Mix'd with obdurate pride and steadfast hate. At once, as far as angels...
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| Title | Paradiso perduto di Milton Paradiso perduto di Milton, Domenico Arnaldi |
| Author | John Milton |
| Publisher | Ponthenier, 1852 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 20 Nov 2007 |
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