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Adam Ægypt angel appear'd arm'd arms aster beast behold besal besore bliss bright call'd Cherub Cherubim cloud creatures dark death deep delight divine dreadsul dwell earth eternal ev'ning evil eyes Father fince flow'rs giv'n glory Gods grace gratesul hals hand happy hath heav'nly hell Hencesorth hill himsels insernal insinite king lest light lise live mankind night o'er pain PARADISE LOST pass'd persect plae'd pleas'd pow'r rais'd reign reply'd return'd round sace saith saithsul sall sall'n salse sapience sase sast satal Satan sear seem'd serpent sield siend sierce sight sire sirst sollow soon sorce sorm'd sorms sorth sost soul sound spake spirits sree srom heav'n sront sruit stood sweet swist taste thee thence theresore thine things thither thou hast thoughts thro throne thy sels tow'rds tree turn'd vex'd whence wings
64 ページ - Those other two equalled with me in fate, So were I equalled with them in renown, Blind Thamyris and blind Maeonides, And Tiresias and Phineus, prophets old. Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note.
5 ページ - 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.
291 ページ - Rather than solid virtue; all but a rib Crooked by nature, bent, as now appears, More to the part sinister; from me drawn, Well if thrown out, as supernumerary To my just number found. O! why did God, Creator wise, that peopled highest heaven With spirits masculine, create at last This novelty on earth, this fair defect Of nature, and not fill the world at once With men, as angels, without feminine; Or find some other way to generate Mankind?
91 ページ - Me miserable! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair ? Which way I fly is hell; myself am hell; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep Still threatening to devour me opens wide, To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.
21 ページ - Arch-Angel : but his face Deep scars of thunder had intrench'd ; and care Sat on his faded cheek, but under brows Of dauntless courage, and considerate pride Waiting revenge : cruel his eye, but cast Signs of remorse and passion, to behold The fellows of his crime, the followers rather (Far other once beheld in bliss), condemn'd For ever now to have their lot in pain...
219 ページ - She disappear'd, and left me dark: I wak'd To find her, or for ever to deplore Her loss, and other pleasures all abjure...
228 ページ - Nor skill'd nor studious higher argument Remains, sufficient of itself to raise That name, unless an age too late, or cold Climate, or years, damp my intended wing Depress'd, and much they may, if all be mine, Not hers who brings it nightly to my ear.
25 ページ - 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, the Aegean isle.
96 ページ - Flowers worthy of Paradise, which not nice Art In beds and curious knots, but Nature boon Pour'd forth profuse on hill, and dale, and plain...