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... 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 clarions be ...
... 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 clarions be ...
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... soon traverse The whole battalion views ; their order due ; Their visages and stature as of Gods ; Their number last he sums . And now his heart Distends with pride , and hardening in his strength Glories for never , since created man ...
... soon traverse The whole battalion views ; their order due ; Their visages and stature as of Gods ; Their number last he sums . And now his heart Distends with pride , and hardening in his strength Glories for never , since created man ...
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... Soon had his crew Open'd into the hill a'spacious wound , And digg'd out ribs of gold . Let none admire That riches grow in Hell ; that soil may best Deserve the precious bane . And here let those , Who boast in mortal things , and ...
... Soon had his crew Open'd into the hill a'spacious wound , And digg'd out ribs of gold . Let none admire That riches grow in Hell ; that soil may best Deserve the precious bane . And here let those , Who boast in mortal things , and ...
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... soon had form'd within the ground 705 A various mould , and from the boiling cells By strange conveyance fill'd each hollow nook ; As in an organ , from one blast of wind , To many a row of pipes the soundboard breathes . Anon , out of ...
... soon had form'd within the ground 705 A various mould , and from the boiling cells By strange conveyance fill'd each hollow nook ; As in an organ , from one blast of wind , To many a row of pipes the soundboard breathes . Anon , out of ...
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... soon expel Her mischief , and purge off the baser fire , Victorious . Thus repulsed , our final hope Is flat despair : We must exasperate The Almighty Victor to spend all his rage , And that must end us ; that must be our cure , To be ...
... soon expel Her mischief , and purge off the baser fire , Victorious . Thus repulsed , our final hope Is flat despair : We must exasperate The Almighty Victor to spend all his rage , And that must end us ; that must be our cure , To be ...
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Adam Almighty Angels answer'd appear'd Archangel arm'd arms beast Beelzebub behold bliss bright burning lake call'd Canaan celestial Cherub Cherubim cloud created creatures dark days of Heaven death deep delight didst divine dreadful dwell Earth eternal evil eyes fair Fair Angel faith Father fear fierce fire fix'd flaming flowers fruit gates glory Gods grace hand happy hast hath heard heart Heaven heavenly Hell hill Ithuriel JOHN MILTON join'd King lest light live lost mankind Messiah Michaël mix'd nigh night o'er ordain'd pain Paradise PARADISE LOST pass'd peace reign replied return'd round sapience Satan scape seat seem'd Seraph Serpent shalt sight soon sov'reign spake Spirits stars stood sweet taste thee thence thine things thither thou hast thoughts throne thunder thyself tree turn'd Uriel vex'd voice whence wings wonder Zephon
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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...