Paradise Regain'd: A Poem, in Four Books. To which is Added, Samson Agonistes: and Poems Upon Several Occasions |
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... As much his greater , and was hardly won : But as I rose out of the laving
stream , 280 Heav ' n open ' d her eternal doors , from whence The Spi ' rit
descended on me like a dove , And last the sum of all , my Father ' s voice ,
Audibly heard ...
... As much his greater , and was hardly won : But as I rose out of the laving
stream , 280 Heav ' n open ' d her eternal doors , from whence The Spi ' rit
descended on me like a dove , And last the sum of all , my Father ' s voice ,
Audibly heard ...
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I10 Now was almost won To think her part was done , 105 And that her reign had
here its last fulfilling ; She knew such harmony alone Could hold all Heav ' n and
Earth in happier union . XI . At last surrounds their fight A globe of circular light ...
I10 Now was almost won To think her part was done , 105 And that her reign had
here its last fulfilling ; She knew such harmony alone Could hold all Heav ' n and
Earth in happier union . XI . At last surrounds their fight A globe of circular light ...
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And then at last our bliss Full and perfect is , But now begins ; for from this happy
day Th ' old Dragon under ground In straiter limits bound , Not half so far casts his
usurped sway , 170 And wroth to see his kingdom fail , Swindges the scaly ...
And then at last our bliss Full and perfect is , But now begins ; for from this happy
day Th ' old Dragon under ground In straiter limits bound , Not half so far casts his
usurped sway , 170 And wroth to see his kingdom fail , Swindges the scaly ...
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... it not better done as others use , . To sport with Amaryllis in the shade , Or with
the tangles of Neæra ' s hair ? Fame is the spur that the clear spi ' rit doth raise 70
( That last infirmity of noble mind ) To scorn delights , and live laborious days ...
... it not better done as others use , . To sport with Amaryllis in the shade , Or with
the tangles of Neæra ' s hair ? Fame is the spur that the clear spi ' rit doth raise 70
( That last infirmity of noble mind ) To scorn delights , and live laborious days ...
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Last came , and last did go , The pilot of the Galilean lake , Two masly keys he
bore of metals twain , ( The golden opes , the iron shuts amain ) He shook his
miter ' d locks , and stern bespake , . How well could I have spar ' d for thee young
...
Last came , and last did go , The pilot of the Galilean lake , Two masly keys he
bore of metals twain , ( The golden opes , the iron shuts amain ) He shook his
miter ' d locks , and stern bespake , . How well could I have spar ' d for thee young
...
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Page 198 - As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Page 164 - THIS is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring...
Page 171 - The Babe lies yet in smiling infancy, That on the bitter cross Must redeem our loss; So both Himself and us to glorify...
Page 262 - Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow, It shall be still in strictest measure even To that same lot, however mean or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven ; All is, if I have grace to use it so, As ever in my great Task-Master's eye.
Page 190 - Sometimes, with secure delight, The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequered shade; And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday, Till the livelong daylight fail...
Page 251 - The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters played. It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine.
Page 248 - Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due : For Lycidas* is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer : Who would not sing for Lycidas ? He knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
Page 194 - But, first and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation; And the mute Silence hist along, 'Less Philomel will deign a song, In her sweetest saddest plight, Smoothing the rugged brow of Night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke Gently o'er the accustomed oak.
Page 191 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold In weeds of peace high triumphs hold With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend.
Page 248 - Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year.
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| Title | Paradise Regain'd: A Poem, in Four Books. To which is Added, Samson Agonistes: and Poems Upon Several Occasions |
| Author | John Milton |
| Editor | Thomas Newton |
| Publisher | J. Baskerville, 1759 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 25 Aug 2006 |
| Length | 390 pages |
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