Paradise Regain'd: A Poem, in Four Books. To which is Added Samson Agonistes: and Poems Upon Several Occasions, with a Tractate of Education. The Author John MiltonJ. and R. Tonson and S. Draper; and for T. and T. Longman, S. Birt, C. Hitch and L. Hawes, R. Ware [and 4 others in London], 1753 - Всего страниц: 350 |
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... Such high atteft was giv'n , a while survey`d ́ With wonder , then with envy fraught and rage Flies to his place , nor refts , but in mid air To council fummons all his mighty peers , Within thick clouds and dark ten - fold involv'd , A ...
... Such high atteft was giv'n , a while survey`d ́ With wonder , then with envy fraught and rage Flies to his place , nor refts , but in mid air To council fummons all his mighty peers , Within thick clouds and dark ten - fold involv'd , A ...
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... Such folitude before choiceft fociety . Full forty days he pafs'd , whether on hill Sometimes , anon in fhady vale , each night Under the covert of fome ancient oak , 296 295 300 305 Or , hip born ; command be made thee bread , Book I ...
... Such folitude before choiceft fociety . Full forty days he pafs'd , whether on hill Sometimes , anon in fhady vale , each night Under the covert of fome ancient oak , 296 295 300 305 Or , hip born ; command be made thee bread , Book I ...
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... Such object hath the pow'r to foft'n and tame Severeft temper , fmooth the rugged ft brow , Enerve , and with voluptuous hope diffolve , D 150 155 160 165 Draw Draw out with credulous defire , and lead At will Book II . PARADISE REGAIN ...
... Such object hath the pow'r to foft'n and tame Severeft temper , fmooth the rugged ft brow , Enerve , and with voluptuous hope diffolve , D 150 155 160 165 Draw Draw out with credulous defire , and lead At will Book II . PARADISE REGAIN ...
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... Such was the fplendor , and the Tempter now His invitation earnestly renew'd . 370 What doubts the Son of God to fit and eat ? These are not fruits forbidden ; no interdict Defends the touching of these viands pure ; Their tafte no ...
... Such was the fplendor , and the Tempter now His invitation earnestly renew'd . 370 What doubts the Son of God to fit and eat ? These are not fruits forbidden ; no interdict Defends the touching of these viands pure ; Their tafte no ...
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... Such forces met not , nor fo wide a camp , When Agrican with all his northern powers Befieg'd Albracca , as romances tell , 335 The city of Gallaphrone , from thence to win 340 The The fairest of her sex Angelica His daughter , fought ...
... Such forces met not , nor fo wide a camp , When Agrican with all his northern powers Befieg'd Albracca , as romances tell , 335 The city of Gallaphrone , from thence to win 340 The The fairest of her sex Angelica His daughter , fought ...
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Paradise Regain'd: A Poem in Four Books : To which is Added Samson Agonistes ... Milton Полный просмотр - 1713 |
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Стр. 214 - 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.
Стр. 83 - Let there be lig;ht, and light was over all; Why am I thus bereav'd thy prime decree? The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon. When she deserts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.
Стр. 216 - And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing, in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes. Now, Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more ; Henceforth thou art the Genius of the shore In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood.
Стр. 162 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks...
Стр. 213 - And all their echoes, mourn. The Willows, and the Hazel Copses green, Shall now no more be seen, Fanning their joyous Leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the Canker to the Rose...
Стр. 327 - ... the knowledge and the use of which cannot but be a great furtherance both to the enlargement of truth, and honest living with much more peace.
Стр. 143 - Pollute with sinful blame, The saintly veil of maiden white to throw; Confounded, that her Maker's eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities.
Стр. 329 - The end, then, of learning is to repair the ruins of our first parents by regaining to know God aright and out of that knowledge to love him, to imitate him, to be like him as we may the nearest by possessing our souls of true virtue, which being united to the heavenly grace of faith makes up the highest perfection.
Стр. 213 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days : But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life. But not the praise...
Стр. 152 - FLY, envious Time, till thou run out thy race ; Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours, Whose speed is but the heavy plummet's pace ; And glut thyself with what thy womb devours, Which is no more than what is false and vain, And merely mortal dross ; So little is our loss, So little is thy gain.