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... as when the force 230 Of subterranean wind transports a hill Torn from Pelorus
, or the shatter'd side Of thundering Ętna , whose combustible And fuel'd entrails
thence conceiving fire , Sublimed with mineral fury , aid the winds , And leave a ...
... as when the force 230 Of subterranean wind transports a hill Torn from Pelorus
, or the shatter'd side Of thundering Ętna , whose combustible And fuel'd entrails
thence conceiving fire , Sublimed with mineral fury , aid the winds , And leave a ...
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... and callid 300 His legions , Angel forms , who lay entranced Thick as autumnal
leaves that strow the brooks , In Vallambrosa , where the Etrurian shades , High
overarch'd , imbower ; or scatter'd sedge Afloat , when with fierce winds Orion ...
... and callid 300 His legions , Angel forms , who lay entranced Thick as autumnal
leaves that strow the brooks , In Vallambrosa , where the Etrurian shades , High
overarch'd , imbower ; or scatter'd sedge Afloat , when with fierce winds Orion ...
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As when the potent rod Of Amram's son , in Egypt's evil day , Waved round the
coast , up call'd a pitchy cloud 346 Of locusts , warping on the eastern wind , That
o'er the realm of impious Pharaoh hung Like night , and darken'd all the ...
As when the potent rod Of Amram's son , in Egypt's evil day , Waved round the
coast , up call'd a pitchy cloud 346 Of locusts , warping on the eastern wind , That
o'er the realm of impious Pharaoh hung Like night , and darken'd all the ...
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... Who forthwith from the glittering staff unfurl'd 535 The imperial ensign ; which ,
full high advanced , Shone like a meteor streaming to the wind , With gems and
golden lustre rich emblazed , Seraphic arms and trophies ; all the while Sonorous
...
... Who forthwith from the glittering staff unfurl'd 535 The imperial ensign ; which ,
full high advanced , Shone like a meteor streaming to the wind , With gems and
golden lustre rich emblazed , Seraphic arms and trophies ; all the while Sonorous
...
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... from one blast of wind , To many a row of pipes the soundboard breathes .
Anon , out of the earth , a fabric huge 710 Rose like an exhalation , with the
sound Of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet , Built like a temple , where
pilasters round ...
... from one blast of wind , To many a row of pipes the soundboard breathes .
Anon , out of the earth , a fabric huge 710 Rose like an exhalation , with the
sound Of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet , Built like a temple , where
pilasters round ...
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User Review - VivalaErin - LibraryThingThe shortest answer is: John Milton was a poetic genius. PL is so beautiful, you can't help but feel for Adam and Eve. Even Satan is a great character - he so wants to be an epic hero. This poem is a masterpiece, and he wrote it completely blind. Beautiful, absolutely amazing. Read full review
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User Review - StefanY - LibraryThingHistorical significance and beautifully descriptive prose aside, I couldn't get into this book at all. Maybe it's too much familiarity with the plot or the inevitability of the impending doom of the ... Read full review
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Adam Angels arms beast behold bliss bounds bright bring callid cloud created creatures dark death deep delight divine dreadful dwell Earth equal eternal evil eyes fair faith fall Father fear fell field fire flowers force fruit gates glory Gods grace hand happy hast hath head heard heart Heaven heavenly Hell hill hope human judge King leave less light live look lost mind morn move nature never night once pain Paradise peace perhaps raised reason receive reign replied rest rise round Satan seat seek seem'd Serpent shape side sight sons soon sound spake Spirits stand stars stood sweet taste thee thence things thou thoughts throne till tree voice wide winds wings wonder
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Page 56 - 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 210 - 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.
Page 76 - O thou that, with surpassing glory crowned, Look'st from thy sole dominion like the god Of this new World — at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminished 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 213 - Should God create another Eve, and I Another rib afford, yet loss of thee Would never from my heart : no, no ! I feel The link of Nature draw me : flesh of flesh, Bone of my bone thou art, and from thy state Mine never shall be parted, bliss or woe.
Page 107 - 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. 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 3 - OF Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste Brought death into the world, and all our woe, With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Restore us, and regain the blissful seat, Sing, heavenly muse, that on the secret top Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire That shepherd, who first taught the chosen seed, In the beginning, how the heavens and earth Rose out of chaos...
Page 81 - But rather to tell how, — if art could tell,— How from that sapphire fount the crisped brooks, Rolling on orient pearl and sands of gold, With mazy error under pendent shades Ran nectar, visiting each plant, and fed Flowers worthy...
Page 50 - O'er bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare, With head, hands, wings, or feet, pursues his way, And swims, or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies.
Page 11 - Over the burning marie, not like those steps On heaven's azure ; and the torrid clime Smote on him sore besides, vaulted with fire.
Page 85 - Ah, gentle pair, ye little think how nigh Your change approaches, when all these delights Will vanish and deliver ye to woe, More woe, the more your taste is now of joy...
Bibliographic information
| Title | Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve Books |
| Author | John Milton |
| Publisher | T. Bedlington, 1826 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 16 Feb 2006 |
| Length | 294 pages |
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