Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books. The Last Edition. The Author John MiltonGaneau, 1754 |
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... behold The fellows of his crime , the followers rather , ( Far other once beheld in blifs ! ) condemn'd For ever now to have their lot in pain ; Millions of fpirits , for his fault amerc'd Of heav'n , and from eternal fplendors flung ...
... behold The fellows of his crime , the followers rather , ( Far other once beheld in blifs ! ) condemn'd For ever now to have their lot in pain ; Millions of fpirits , for his fault amerc'd Of heav'n , and from eternal fplendors flung ...
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... Behold a wonder ! they but now who feem'd In Bignefs to furpass Earth's Giant fons , Now lefs than fmalleft dwarfs , in narrow room Throng numberlefs , like that Pygmean race Beyond the Indian mount ; or Fairy Elves ; Whofe midnight ...
... Behold a wonder ! they but now who feem'd In Bignefs to furpass Earth's Giant fons , Now lefs than fmalleft dwarfs , in narrow room Throng numberlefs , like that Pygmean race Beyond the Indian mount ; or Fairy Elves ; Whofe midnight ...
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... behold the throne Of Chaos , and his dark pavilion spread Wide on the wasteful Deep with him inthron'd Sat fable - vefted Night , eldeft of things , The The confort of his reign : and by them food 34 PARADISE LOST . Book II .
... behold the throne Of Chaos , and his dark pavilion spread Wide on the wasteful Deep with him inthron'd Sat fable - vefted Night , eldeft of things , The The confort of his reign : and by them food 34 PARADISE LOST . Book II .
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... behold Far off th ' empyreal heav'n , extended wide In circuit , undetermin'd fquare or round : With opal tow'rs , and battlements adorn'd Of living faphir , ( once his native feat ! ) And faft by , hanging in a golden chain , This ...
... behold Far off th ' empyreal heav'n , extended wide In circuit , undetermin'd fquare or round : With opal tow'rs , and battlements adorn'd Of living faphir , ( once his native feat ! ) And faft by , hanging in a golden chain , This ...
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... fo coming ! He her aid Can never feek ; ( once dead in fins , and loft ) Attonement for himfelf , or offering meet , ( Indebted , and undone :) hath none to bring . ! Behold Me then ! Me for him , life 78 PARADISE LOST . Book III .
... fo coming ! He her aid Can never feek ; ( once dead in fins , and loft ) Attonement for himfelf , or offering meet , ( Indebted , and undone :) hath none to bring . ! Behold Me then ! Me for him , life 78 PARADISE LOST . Book III .
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Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books. The Author John Milton, Volumen1 John Milton Vista completa - 1746 |
Términos y frases comunes
Adam againſt Angels appear'd arm'd battel beft behold blifs burning lake call'd cauſe cœleftial creatures darkneſs deep defire delight divine e'er earth elfe erft eternal ev'ning evil eyes fafe faid fair Fair Angel feat feek feem'd feems fenfe ferpent fide fight filent fince fire firft firſt fleep flow'rs fome fons foon foul fpake fpirits fruit ftand ftate ftill ftood ftrength fuch fweet glory happy hath heav'n heav'nly hell higheſt himſelf hoft JOHN MILTON juft laft lefs light loft meaſure muſt night o'er pain Paradife PARADISE LOST pleaſure pow'r praiſe prefent rais'd reafon reft reply'd return'd rife rofe round Satan ſeem ſpake ſtars ſtate ſtood ſuch ſweet tafte taſte thee thefe thence theſe things thofe thoſe thou thoughts thouſand thro throne thy felf tree turn'd vex'd whofe whoſe wings worfe worſe
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Página 13 - Almighty hath not built Here for his envy, will not drive us hence: Here we may reign secure, and in my choice To reign is worth ambition though in Hell: Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven.
Página 9 - Fallen cherub, to be weak is miserable, Doing or suffering; but of this be sure, To do aught good never will be our task, But ever to do ill our sole delight, As being the contrary to his high will Whom we resist.
Página 157 - Hear, all ye angels, progeny of light, Thrones, dominations, princedoms, virtues, powers, Hear my decree, which unrevoked shall stand. This day I have begot whom I declare My only Son, and on this holy hill Him have anointed, whom ye now behold At my right hand ; your head I him appoint ; And by myself have sworn, to him shall bow All knees in heaven, and shall confess him Lord...
Página 38 - Devoid of sense and motion? And who knows, Let this be good, whether our angry foe Can give it, or will ever? How he can Is doubtful; that he never will is sure.
Página 6 - A dungeon horrible, on all sides round, As one great furnace flamed; yet from those flames No light; but rather darkness visible Served only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes That comes to all, but torture without end Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed With ever-burning sulphur unconsumed.
Página 290 - The fig-tree, not that kind for fruit renowned, But such as at this day to Indians known In Malabar or Deccan spreads her arms Branching so broad and long, that in the ground The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow About the mother tree, a pillared shade High overarched, and echoing walks between...
Página 73 - 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, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Página 7 - He with his thunder: and till then who knew The force of those dire arms? yet not for those, Nor what the potent victor in his rage Can else inflict, do I repent or change, Though changed in outward lustre; that fixed mind And high disdain, from sense of injured merit...
Página 47 - O Progeny of Heaven, Empyreal Thrones, With reason hath deep silence and demur Seized us, though undismayed : long is the way And hard, that out of Hell leads up to Light...
Página 29 - Nor was his name unheard or unador'd In ancient Greece ; and in Ausonian land Men call'd him Mulciber ; and how he fell From Heav'n they fabled, thrown by angry Jove Sheer o'er the crystal battlements : from morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, A summer's day ; and with the setting sun Dropt from the zenith, like a falling star, On Lemnos th...