The Poetical Works of John Milton, Band 2William Pickering, 1826 |
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... side As in a glist'ring zodiac hung the sword , Satan's dire dread , and in his hand the spear . Adam bow'd low ; he kingly from his state Inclin❜d not , but his coming thus declar'd . 66 243 250 Adam , Heav'n's high behest no preface ...
... side As in a glist'ring zodiac hung the sword , Satan's dire dread , and in his hand the spear . Adam bow'd low ; he kingly from his state Inclin❜d not , but his coming thus declar'd . 66 243 250 Adam , Heav'n's high behest no preface ...
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... side , a different sort From the high neighb'ring hills , which was their seat , Down to the plain descended : by their guise Just men they seem'd , and all their study bent To worship God aright , and know his works Not hid , nor those ...
... side , a different sort From the high neighb'ring hills , which was their seat , Down to the plain descended : by their guise Just men they seem'd , and all their study bent To worship God aright , and know his works Not hid , nor those ...
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... side a door Contriv'd , and of provisions laid in large 736 For man and beast : when , lo , a wonder strange ! Of every beast , and bird , and insect small , Came sev❜ns , and pairs , and enter'd in , as taught Their order : last the ...
... side a door Contriv'd , and of provisions laid in large 736 For man and beast : when , lo , a wonder strange ! Of every beast , and bird , and insect small , Came sev❜ns , and pairs , and enter'd in , as taught Their order : last the ...
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... side Euphrates yet residing , Bred up in idol - worship . O that men 96 104 113 ( Canst thou believe ? ) should be so stupid grown , While yet the patriarch liv'd , who scap'd the flood , As to forsake the living God , and fall To ...
... side Euphrates yet residing , Bred up in idol - worship . O that men 96 104 113 ( Canst thou believe ? ) should be so stupid grown , While yet the patriarch liv'd , who scap'd the flood , As to forsake the living God , and fall To ...
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... Our ling'ring parents , and to th ' eastern gate Led them direct , and down the cliff as first To the subjected plain ; then disappear'd . 623 632 640 They , looking back , all th ' eastern side B. XII . ] 111 PARADISE LOST .
... Our ling'ring parents , and to th ' eastern gate Led them direct , and down the cliff as first To the subjected plain ; then disappear'd . 623 632 640 They , looking back , all th ' eastern side B. XII . ] 111 PARADISE LOST .
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Adam Angel arms beast behold call'd Canaan canst captive Cherubim CHORUS cloud Ctesiphon Dagon DALILA dark death deeds deliverance descended didst divine doth dread dwell earth enemies evil eyes fair faith fame Father fear feast foretold Gath Gaza giv'n glorious glory grace hand HARAPHA hast hath head heard heart Heav'n heav'nly Hell holy honour Israel judg'd king lest light live lords lost MANOAH may'st mortal Nazarite nigh night numbers o'er once Paradise PARADISE LOST PARADISE REGAINED Parthian peace Philistines pow'r prophets reign reply'd return'd round SAMSON SAMSON AGONISTES Satan Saviour seat seed seek SEMICHORUS Serpent shame sight Son of God song sons soon sorrow spake Spirit stood strength sung sweet Tempter thee thence thine things thither thou art thou hast thou shalt thought throne thyself Timna vex'd virtue voice
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Seite 320 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise...
Seite 319 - HENCE, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings And the night-raven sings ; There under ebon shades, and low-brow'd rocks As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Seite 324 - In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream. Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild.
Seite 332 - 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.
Seite 121 - When I was yet a child, no childish play To me was pleasing ; all my mind was set Serious to learn and know, and thence to do What might be public good; myself I thought Born to that end, born to promote all truth, All righteous things...
Seite 330 - And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
Seite 36 - And straight conjunction with this sex: for either He never shall find out fit mate, but such As some misfortune brings him, or mistake, Or whom he wishes most shall seldom gain Through her perverseness ; but shall see her gain'd By a far worse, or, if she love, withheld By parents, or his happiest choice too late Shall meet, already link'd and wedlock-bound To a fell adversary, his hate or shame; Which infinite calamity shall cause To human life, and household peace confound.
Seite 302 - tis said) Before was never made, But when of old the sons of morning sung, While the Creator great His constellations set, And the well-balanced world on hinges hung, And cast the dark foundations deep, And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep.
Seite 306 - And sullen Moloch fled, Hath left in shadows dread His burning idol all of blackest hue ; In vain with cymbals' ring They call the grisly king, In dismal dance about the furnace blue : The brutish gods of Nile as fast, Isis and Orus, and the dog Anubis, haste.
Seite 305 - The lonely mountains o'er And the resounding shore A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament; From haunted spring and dale Edged with poplar pale The parting Genius is with sighing sent; With flower-inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.