Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve Books. The Author John Milton. According to the Author's Last Edition, in the Year 1674W. and W. Smith, P. Wilson, and T. Ewing, 1767 - 348 páginas |
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... Happie for man , fo coming ; he her aid Can never feek , once dead in fins and loft ; Atonement for himself or offering meet , Indebted and undone , hath none to bring : Behold me then , me for him , life for life I offer , on me let ...
... Happie for man , fo coming ; he her aid Can never feek , once dead in fins and loft ; Atonement for himself or offering meet , Indebted and undone , hath none to bring : Behold me then , me for him , life for life I offer , on me let ...
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... happie hours in joy and hymning fpent . Mean while upon the firm opacous globe Of this round world , whofe first convex divides The luminous inferior orbs , enclos'd From Chaos and th'inroad of darkness old , Satan alighted walks : a ...
... happie hours in joy and hymning fpent . Mean while upon the firm opacous globe Of this round world , whofe first convex divides The luminous inferior orbs , enclos'd From Chaos and th'inroad of darkness old , Satan alighted walks : a ...
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... happie feat of man , His journey's end and our beginning woe . But firft he cafts to change his proper shape , Which elfe might work him danger or delay : And now a stripling cherub he appears , Not of the prime , yet fuch as in his ...
... happie feat of man , His journey's end and our beginning woe . But firft he cafts to change his proper shape , Which elfe might work him danger or delay : And now a stripling cherub he appears , Not of the prime , yet fuch as in his ...
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... all things , as is meet , The univerfal Maker we may praife ; Who juftly hath driven out his rebel foes To deepest hell , and to repair that lofs Created this new happie race of men To ferve him PARADISE LOST . III . 648 . 83.
... all things , as is meet , The univerfal Maker we may praife ; Who juftly hath driven out his rebel foes To deepest hell , and to repair that lofs Created this new happie race of men To ferve him PARADISE LOST . III . 648 . 83.
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... happie race of men To ferve him better : wife are all his wayes . So fpake the false diffembler unperceiv'd ; For neither man nor angel can discern Hypocrifie , the only evil that walks Invifible , except to God alone , By his ...
... happie race of men To ferve him better : wife are all his wayes . So fpake the false diffembler unperceiv'd ; For neither man nor angel can discern Hypocrifie , the only evil that walks Invifible , except to God alone , By his ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Adam Ægypt againſt alſo angels arm'd beaſt behold beſt blifs call'd cauſe cherubim cloud darkneſs death deep defcend defire divine earth eaſe elfe erft evil eyes faid fair feat feem'd ferpent fhall fide fight fince fire firft firſt fome foon foul fpake fruit ftill fuch gate glory hath heav'n heav'nly hell higheſt highth hill himſelf hoft juſt laft laſt leaſt lefs leſs light loft moſt muſt night o're Paradife paſs paſt pleas'd pleaſant pleaſure praiſe puniſhment rais'd reaſon reft repli'd reſt return'd rife rofe Satan ſeems ſhade ſhall ſhame ſhape ſhe ſhould ſome ſon ſpake ſpirit ſtand ſtars ſtate ſteps ſtill ſtood ſtrength ſuch ſweet tafte taſte thee thefe themſelves thence theſe thine things thofe thoſe thou thoughts thouſand throne tree turn'd wandring whofe whoſe wings wiſdom worfe worſe
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Página 124 - 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.
Página 88 - Ah, wherefore! he deserved no such return From me, whom he created what I was In that bright eminence, and with his good Upbraided none; nor was his service hard.
Página 121 - Evil into the mind of God or man May come and go, so unapproved, and leave No spot or blame behind...
Página 251 - Matter of scorn, not to be given the foe. However, I with thee have fix'd my lot, Certain to undergo like doom; if death Consort with thee, death is to me as life; So forcible within my heart I feel The bond of nature draw me to my own, My own in thee, for what thou art is mine; Our state cannot be sever'd, we are one, One flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself.
Página 44 - Typhoean rage more fell, Rend up both rocks and hills, and ride the air In whirlwind ; hell scarce holds the wild uproar.
Página 7 - Thus Satan, talking to his nearest mate, With head uplift above the wave, and eyes That sparkling blazed ; his other parts besides, Prone on the flood, extended long and large, Lay floating many a rood...
Página 32 - Devoid of sense and motion? And who knows, Let this be good, whether our angry foe Can give it, or will ever? How he can Is doubtful; that he never will is sure.
Página 147 - Abdiel, faithful found, Among the faithless faithful only he; Among innumerable false unmoved, Unshaken, unseduced, unterrified, His loyalty he kept, his love, his zeal ; Nor number nor example with him wrought To swerve from truth, or change his constant mind, Though single.
Página 208 - 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, From whom I have that thus I move and live, And feel that I am happier than I know...
Página 25 - 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.