Milton's Paradise lost, a poem. With prefatory characters of the several pieces; and the life of Milton1767 |
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... morning he waited upon the Cardinal to return him thanks for his civilities , and by the means of Holftenius was again introduced to his Eminence , and spent fome time in conversation with him . It seems that Holstenius had ftudied ...
... morning he waited upon the Cardinal to return him thanks for his civilities , and by the means of Holftenius was again introduced to his Eminence , and spent fome time in conversation with him . It seems that Holstenius had ftudied ...
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... morning with a fheet of Paradife Loft wet from the prefs in his hand ; and being afked what he had there , faid that he had part of the nobleft poem that ever was written in any language or in any age . However , it is certain that the ...
... morning with a fheet of Paradife Loft wet from the prefs in his hand ; and being afked what he had there , faid that he had part of the nobleft poem that ever was written in any language or in any age . However , it is certain that the ...
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... morning ; but if he was not difpofed to rife at his ufual hours , he still did not lie fleeping , but had fome body or other by his bedfide to read to him . At his first rifing he had ufually a chapter read to him out of the Hebrew ...
... morning ; but if he was not difpofed to rife at his ufual hours , he still did not lie fleeping , but had fome body or other by his bedfide to read to him . At his first rifing he had ufually a chapter read to him out of the Hebrew ...
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... morning would make her write down fometimes twenty or thirty verfes . Being asked whe- ther he did not often read Homer and Virgil ? fhe un- derstood it as an imputation upon him for stealing from thofe authors , and anfwered with ...
... morning would make her write down fometimes twenty or thirty verfes . Being asked whe- ther he did not often read Homer and Virgil ? fhe un- derstood it as an imputation upon him for stealing from thofe authors , and anfwered with ...
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... morning , when I began to read , accord- " ing to my cuftom , my eyes grew painful immedi- ately , and to refufe reading , but were refreshed af- " ter a moderate exercife of the body . A certain Iris 66 Unknown , unheeded , long his ...
... morning , when I began to read , accord- " ing to my cuftom , my eyes grew painful immedi- ately , and to refufe reading , but were refreshed af- " ter a moderate exercife of the body . A certain Iris 66 Unknown , unheeded , long his ...
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Adam afcend againſt alfo alſo angels appear'd beft behold beſt blifs call'd caufe darkneſs death defcends defire divine earth elfe erft evil eyes facred fafe faid fair fame fays feat fecond feek feem'd feems feen fent ferpent feven feveral fhade fhall fhape fhould fide fight fign fince firft firſt fleep fome fons foon foul fpake fpi'rits fruit ftate ftill ftood fubject fuch fweet glory hath heaven hell himſelf houſe juft King laft laſt leaſt lefs leſs light Milton moft moſt muſt night o'er Paradife Loft pleaſure poem praiſe prefent profe publiſhed radife reafon reft reply'd return'd rife rofe Satan Serjeant at Arms ſhall ſhe ſtand ſtate ſtill ſtood tafte taſte thee thefe themſelves thence theſe things thofe thoſe thou thought thro throne tree turn'd vex'd whofe whoſe wings worfe
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87 ページ - Upon the rapid current, which, through veins Of porous earth with kindly thirst up-drawn, Rose a fresh fountain, and with many a rill Water'd the garden ; thence united fell Down the steep glade, and met the nether flood, Which from his darksome passage now appears...
10 ページ - Hail horrors, hail Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell, Receive thy new possessor ; one who brings A mind not to be chang'd by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n.
114 ページ - Evil into the mind of God or man May come and go, so unapproved, and leave No spot or blame behind...
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.
60 ページ - 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.
195 ページ - Earth, so fresh and gay, Ye hills and dales, ye rivers, woods, and plains, And ye that live and move, fair creatures, tell, Tell, if ye saw, how came I thus, how here ! Not of myself; by some great Maker then, In goodness and in power pre-eminent. Tell me, how may I know him, how adore, 280 From whom I have that thus I move and live, And feel that I am happier than I know...
89 ページ - Castalian spring, might with this Paradise Of Eden strive; nor that Nyseian isle Girt with the river Triton, where old Cham, Whom Gentiles Ammon call and Libyan Jove, Hid Amalthea, and her florid son Young Bacchus, from his stepdame Rhea's eye; Nor where Abassin kings their issue guard, Mount Amara, though this by some supposed True Paradise, under the Ethiop line By Nilus...
44 ページ - Are brought ; and feel by turns the bitter change Of fierce extremes, extremes by change more fierce ; From beds of raging fire, to starve in ice...
59 ページ - Thee I revisit safe, And feel thy sovran vital lamp ; but thou Revisit'st not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs, Or dim suffusion veiled.
104 ページ - Know ye not then, said Satan fill'd with scorn, Know ye not me ? ye knew me once no mate For you, there sitting where ye durst not soar; Not to know me argues yourselves unknown, The lowest of your throng; or if ye know, Why ask ye, and superfluous begin Your message, like to end as much in vain ? To whom thus Zephon, answering scorn with scorn.