Complete Poetical WorksCrosby and Nichols, 1862 |
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... spake th ' apostate angel , though in pain , Vaunting aloud , but rack'd ' with deep despair : And him thus answer'd soon his bold compeer O prince , O chief of many throned powers , That led th ' embattl'd seraphim to war , Under thy ...
... spake th ' apostate angel , though in pain , Vaunting aloud , but rack'd ' with deep despair : And him thus answer'd soon his bold compeer O prince , O chief of many throned powers , That led th ' embattl'd seraphim to war , Under thy ...
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... spake , and him Beelzebub Thus answer'd : Leader of those armies bright , Which but th ' Omnipotent none could have fouled If once they hear that voice , their liveliest pledge Of hope in fears and dangers , heard so oft In worst ...
... spake , and him Beelzebub Thus answer'd : Leader of those armies bright , Which but th ' Omnipotent none could have fouled If once they hear that voice , their liveliest pledge Of hope in fears and dangers , heard so oft In worst ...
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... spake and to confirm his words , out flew Millions of flaming swords , drawn from the thighs Of mighty cherubim ; the sudden blaze Far round illumin'd hell : highly they rag'd Against the Highest , and fierce with grasped arms Clash'd ...
... spake and to confirm his words , out flew Millions of flaming swords , drawn from the thighs Of mighty cherubim ; the sudden blaze Far round illumin'd hell : highly they rag'd Against the Highest , and fierce with grasped arms Clash'd ...
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... spake My sentence is for open war ; of wiles , More unexpert , I boast not ; them let those Contrive who need , or when they need , not now . For while they sit contriving , shall the rest , Millions that stand in arms and longing wait ...
... spake My sentence is for open war ; of wiles , More unexpert , I boast not ; them let those Contrive who need , or when they need , not now . For while they sit contriving , shall the rest , Millions that stand in arms and longing wait ...
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... spake Either to disenthrone the king of heav'n We e war , if war we best , or to regain Our own right lost him to unthrone we then May hope , when everlasting fate shall yield To fickle chance , and Chaos judge the strife , The former ...
... spake Either to disenthrone the king of heav'n We e war , if war we best , or to regain Our own right lost him to unthrone we then May hope , when everlasting fate shall yield To fickle chance , and Chaos judge the strife , The former ...
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Adam angels appear'd arm'd arms beast behold bliss bright call'd cherub cherubim Chor cloud creatures Dagon dark death deeds deep delight didst divine doth dread dwell earth Egypt eternal evil eyes fair faith Father fear fruit gates glorious glory gods grace hand happy hath heard heart heav'n heav'nly hell hill honour Israel Jehovah JOHN MILTON join'd King lest light live Lord lost Lycidas Messiah morn mortal nigh night o'er pain Paradise PARADISE LOST PARADISE REGAINED pass'd peace Philistines pow'r praise PSALM rais'd reign reply'd return'd round SAMSON AGONISTES sapience Satan seat seem'd serpent shade shalt sight Son of God song soon soul spake spirits stars stood strength sweet taste thee thence thine things thither thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tree turn'd vex'd virtue voice wand'ring whence winds wings
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148 ページ - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes .Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear 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.
106 ページ - Now came still Evening on, and Twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompanied; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ; She all night long her amorous descant sung...
126 ページ - Rising or falling still advance his praise. His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
207 ページ - Yet when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say, Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best.
78 ページ - A thousand liveried angels lackey her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, And in clear dream and solemn vision Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear...
125 ページ - On earth, join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end. Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
150 ページ - Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing : And add to these retired Leisure That in trim gardens takes his pleasure : — > But first, and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon...
166 ページ - The Oracles are dumb ; No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving : No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
161 ページ - With her great Master so to sympathize : It was no season then for her To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour. Only with speeches fair She woos the gentle air To hide her guilty front with innocent snow ; And on her naked shame, 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.
151 ページ - Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom; Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm To bless the doors from nightly harm.