The Works of John Milton, in Verse and Prose, Printed from the Original Editions with a Life of the Author, 第 2 巻W. Pickering, 1851 |
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... taste deliberates awhile whether to impart thereof to Adam or not , at last brings him of the Fruit , relates what per- fwaded her to eat thereof : Adam at first amaz'd , but perceiving her loft , refolves through vehemence of love to ...
... taste deliberates awhile whether to impart thereof to Adam or not , at last brings him of the Fruit , relates what per- fwaded her to eat thereof : Adam at first amaz'd , but perceiving her loft , refolves through vehemence of love to ...
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... taste thy folly , and learn by proof , Hell - born , not to contend with Spirits of Heav'n . To whom the Goblin full of wrauth reply'd , Art thou that Traitor Angel , art thou hee , Who first broke peace peace in Heav'n and Faith , till ...
... taste thy folly , and learn by proof , Hell - born , not to contend with Spirits of Heav'n . To whom the Goblin full of wrauth reply'd , Art thou that Traitor Angel , art thou hee , Who first broke peace peace in Heav'n and Faith , till ...
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... taste ; But hard be hard'nd , blind be blinded more , That they may stumble on , and deeper fall ; And none but fuch from mercy I exclude . But yet all is not don ; Man disobeying , Difloyal breaks his fealtie , and finns Against the ...
... taste ; But hard be hard'nd , blind be blinded more , That they may stumble on , and deeper fall ; And none but fuch from mercy I exclude . But yet all is not don ; Man disobeying , Difloyal breaks his fealtie , and finns Against the ...
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... taste : Betwixt them Lawns , or level Downs , and Flocks Grafing the tender herb , were interpos'd , Of palmie hilloc , or the flourie lap Of fom irriguous Valley spread her store , Flours of all hue , and without Thorn the Rofe ...
... taste : Betwixt them Lawns , or level Downs , and Flocks Grafing the tender herb , were interpos'd , Of palmie hilloc , or the flourie lap Of fom irriguous Valley spread her store , Flours of all hue , and without Thorn the Rofe ...
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... taste is now of joy ; Happie , but for fo happie ill fecur'd 370 Long to continue , and this high seat your Heav'n Ill fenc't for Heav'n to keep out such a foe As now is enterd ; yet no purpos'd foe I feek , 380 To you whom I could ...
... taste is now of joy ; Happie , but for fo happie ill fecur'd 370 Long to continue , and this high seat your Heav'n Ill fenc't for Heav'n to keep out such a foe As now is enterd ; yet no purpos'd foe I feek , 380 To you whom I could ...
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Adam againſt alſo Angels Battel Beaſt beft behold beſt call'd cauſe Celeſtial Clouds darkneſs Death deep defcended defire Divine Earth eaſe elſe evil eyes faid fair farr Father fhall fide fight fince firſt fome foon fpake Fruit ftill fuch giv'n glory Gods hath Heav'n heav'nly Hell higheſt highth himſelf Hoft juſt King laſt leaſt lefs leſs light loft moſt muſt Night o're Paradife paſt pleaſant pleaſure praiſe preſent rais'd Reaſon reft repli'd reſt return'd rifing Satan ſcarce ſee ſeek ſeemd ſeems ſeen ſelf Serpent ſet ſhade ſhall ſhame ſhape ſhe ſhould Skie Son of God ſpake Spirit ſtand Starrs ſtate ſteps ſtill ſtood ſtrong ſuch ſweet taſte thee themſelves thence theſe things thir thoſe thought thouſand Throne thy felf Tree utmoſt vertue wandring Warr whofe whoſe wings wiſdom World worſe
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178 ページ - Urania, and fit audience find, though few. But drive far off the barbarous dissonance Of Bacchus and his revellers, the race Of that wild rout that tore the Thracian bard In Rhodope, where woods and rocks had ears To rapture, till the savage clamour drown'd Both harp and voice ; nor could the muse defend Her son.
22 ページ - 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, Millions of spirits for his fault amerced...
88 ページ - O thou that, with surpassing glory crowned, Look'st from thy sole dominion like the god Of this new World — at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminished heads — to thee I call, But with no friendly voice, and add thy name, 0 Sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams, That bring to my remembrance from what state 1 fell, how glorious once above thy Sphere, Till pride and worse ambition threw me down, Warring in Heaven against Heaven's matchless King!
185 ページ - And God said, Let there be a firmament in the midst of the waters, and let it divide the waters from the waters. And God made the firmament, and divided the waters which were under the firmament from the waters which were above the firmament: and it was so. And God called the firmament Heaven. And the evening and the morning were the second day.
10 ページ - Is this the region, this the soil, the clime,' Said then the lost Archangel, ' this the seat That we must change for Heaven ? this mournful gloom For that celestial light ? Be it so, since he Who now is...
124 ページ - 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.
205 ページ - That not to know at large of things remote From use, obscure and subtle,; but to know That which before us lies in daily life, Is the prime wisdom...
308 ページ - Dire was the tossing, deep the groans : Despair Tended the sick, busiest from couch to couch ; And over them triumphant Death his dart Shook, but delay'd to strike, though oft invoked With vows, as their chief good, and final hope.
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.
42 ページ - O Progeny of Heaven, Empyreal Thrones, With reason hath deep silence and demur Seized us, though undismayed : long is the way And hard, that out of Hell leads up to Light...