Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve BooksTimothy Bedlington, 1820 - Всего страниц: 305 |
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Стр. iv
... mind , or divert it from executing a design he had long conceived of writing an heroic poem . * The fall of man was a subject that he had some years before fixed on for a tragedy , which he intended to form by the mod- cls of antiquity ...
... mind , or divert it from executing a design he had long conceived of writing an heroic poem . * The fall of man was a subject that he had some years before fixed on for a tragedy , which he intended to form by the mod- cls of antiquity ...
Стр. viii
... mind ? Just Heav'n thee , like Tiresias , to requite , Rewards with prophecy thy loss of sight , Well might'st thou scorn thy readers to allure With tinkling rhyme of thy own sense secure ; While the Town - bays writes all the while and ...
... mind ? Just Heav'n thee , like Tiresias , to requite , Rewards with prophecy thy loss of sight , Well might'st thou scorn thy readers to allure With tinkling rhyme of thy own sense secure ; While the Town - bays writes all the while and ...
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... mind , And high disdain from sense of injur'd merit , That with the Mightiest rais'd me to contend , And to the fierce contention brought along Innumerable force of Spirits arm'd , 100 That durst dislike his reign , and me preferring ...
... mind , And high disdain from sense of injur'd merit , That with the Mightiest rais'd me to contend , And to the fierce contention brought along Innumerable force of Spirits arm'd , 100 That durst dislike his reign , and me preferring ...
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... Gods and heavn'ly essences Can perish for the mind and spi'rit remains Invincible , and vigour soon returns , 140 Though all our glory ' extinct and happy state Here swallow'd up in endless misery . But what if 6 Book I. PARADISE LOST .
... Gods and heavn'ly essences Can perish for the mind and spi'rit remains Invincible , and vigour soon returns , 140 Though all our glory ' extinct and happy state Here swallow'd up in endless misery . But what if 6 Book I. PARADISE LOST .
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... 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 . What matter where , if I be still the same , 255 And what I should be , all but less than he Whom thunder ...
... 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 . What matter where , if I be still the same , 255 And what I should be , all but less than he Whom thunder ...
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Adam Almighty Angel answer'd appear'd Archangel arm'd arms beast behold bliss BOOK bright burning lake call'd celestial Cherub Cherubim cloud creatures Cusco dark days of Heaven death deep delight divine dreadful dwell eternal etherial evil eyes fair Fair Angel faith fall'n Father fear Fiend fierce fire fix'd form'd fruit gates glory Gods grace hand happy hast hath heard heart Heav'n and Earth heav'nly Hell hill Ithuriel JOHN MILTON join'd King lest light live mankind Messiah mix'd morn night o'er ordain'd pain PARADISE LOST pass'd peace plac'd pleas'd pow'r rais'd reign reply'd return'd round sapience Satan seat seem'd Seraph serpent shalt sight soon sov'reign spake Spirits stars stood sweet taste Thammuz thee thence thine things thither thou hast thought throne thyself tree turn'd vex'd voice wand'ring whence wings Zephon
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Стр. 60 - Tunes her nocturnal note : 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...
Стр. 221 - So saying, her rash hand in evil hour Forth reaching to the Fruit, she pluck'd, she eat: Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat Sighing through all her Works gave signs of woe, That all was lost.
Стр. 162 - To hoarse or mute, though fallen on evil days, On evil days though fallen, and evil tongues; In darkness, and with dangers compassed round, And solitude; yet not alone, while thou Visit'st my slumbers nightly, or when morn Purples the east : still govern thou my song, Urania, and fit audience find, though few.
Стр. 82 - I sdein'd subjection, and thought one step higher Would set me highest, and in a moment quit The debt immense of endless gratitude, So burdensome still paying, still to owe...
Стр. 116 - Six wings he wore, to shade His lineaments divine: the pair that clad Each shoulder broad came mantling o'er his breast With regal ornament; the middle pair Girt like a starry zone his waist, and round Skirted his loins and thighs with downy gold And colours dipt in heaven; the third his feet Shadow'd from either heel with feather'd mail, Sky-tinctured grain.
Стр. 21 - To speak; whereat their doubled ranks they bend From wing to wing, and half enclose him round With all his peers: Attention held them mute. Thrice he assay'd, and thrice, in spite of scorn, Tears, such as Angels weep, burst forth: at last Words, interwove with sighs, found out their way.
Стр. 12 - He scarce had ceased, when the superior fiend Was moving toward the shore: his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast; the broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views, At evening, from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
Стр. 111 - All what we affirm or what deny, and call Our knowledge or opinion; then retires Into her private Cell when Nature rests.
Стр. 13 - They heard, and were abash'd, and up they sprung Upon the wing, as when men wont to watch On duty, sleeping found by whom they dread, Rouse and bestir themselves ere well awake.
Стр. 113 - Thyself how wondrous then! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these Thy lowest works : yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels ! for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing : ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.