Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve BooksJacob Tonson, 1733 - 350 páginas |
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... Divine Poem licens'd for the Prefs , cou'd fell the Copy for no more than Fifteen Pounds : the pay- ment of which valuable confideration depended on the fale of three numerous impreffions . So unreasonably may per- fonal prejudice ...
... Divine Poem licens'd for the Prefs , cou'd fell the Copy for no more than Fifteen Pounds : the pay- ment of which valuable confideration depended on the fale of three numerous impreffions . So unreasonably may per- fonal prejudice ...
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... Divine Work He was tempted to range Beyond the vifible diurnal sphere . With fo many accomplishments , not to have had fome faults , and misfor- tunes , to be laid in the balance with the fame , and felicity , of writing PARADISE LOST ...
... Divine Work He was tempted to range Beyond the vifible diurnal sphere . With fo many accomplishments , not to have had fome faults , and misfor- tunes , to be laid in the balance with the fame , and felicity , of writing PARADISE LOST ...
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... Divine Thou treat'ft of in fuch state , As them preferves , and Thee inviolate . At once delight and horror on us seise , Thou fing'ft with fo much gravity and ease ; And above humane flight doft foar aloft , With plume fo ftrong , fo ...
... Divine Thou treat'ft of in fuch state , As them preferves , and Thee inviolate . At once delight and horror on us seise , Thou fing'ft with fo much gravity and ease ; And above humane flight doft foar aloft , With plume fo ftrong , fo ...
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... divine or holy elfe , enjoy'd In vifion beatific : by him first Men alfo , and by his fuggeftion taught , Ranfack'd the centre , and with impious hands Rifled the bowels of their mother earth , For treafures better hid . Soon had his ...
... divine or holy elfe , enjoy'd In vifion beatific : by him first Men alfo , and by his fuggeftion taught , Ranfack'd the centre , and with impious hands Rifled the bowels of their mother earth , For treafures better hid . Soon had his ...
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... divine , And cannot cease to be , we are at worst : On this fide nothing and by proof we feel Our pow'r fufficient to disturb His heav'n , And with perpetual inrodes to alarm , Though inacceffible , His fatal throne : Which , if not ...
... divine , And cannot cease to be , we are at worst : On this fide nothing and by proof we feel Our pow'r fufficient to disturb His heav'n , And with perpetual inrodes to alarm , Though inacceffible , His fatal throne : Which , if not ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ADAM ÆGYPT afcend Againſt alfo Angels appear'd battel beaft beft behold blifs call'd Cherubim cœleftial darkneſs death deep defcend defire delight divine e'er earth eaſe elfe erft eternal ev'ning evil eyes fafe faid fair fall'n feat feek feem'd feems ferpent fhade fhall fhew fhould fide fight fince fire firft firſt fleep flow'rs fome fons foon foul fpake fpirits fruit ftand ftars ftate ftill ftood fuch fweet giv'n glory hath heav'n heav'nly hell himſelf hoft ITHURIEL juft King laft lefs light loft muft muſt night Paradife PARADISE LOST pleaſure pow'r praiſe rais'd reaſon reft reply'd return'd rife rofe SATAN ſhall ſhape ſtate ſtood ſweet tafte taſte thee thefe themſelves thence theſe things thofe thoſe thou thoughts thro throne thy felf tow'rds tree turn'd vex'd whofe whoſe wings worfe worſe
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Página 88 - 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 ! Ah, wherefore?
Página 209 - 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...
Página 89 - Me miserable! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair ? Which way I fly is hell; myself am hell; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep Still threatening to devour me opens wide, To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.
Página 100 - Not distant far from thence a murmuring sound Of waters issued from a cave and spread Into a liquid plain then stood unmoved Pure as the expanse of heaven I thither went With unexperienced thought and laid me down On the green bank to look into the clear Smooth lake that to me seemed another sky.
Página 23 - That riches grow in Hell; that soil may best Deserve the precious bane. And here let those Who boast in mortal things, and...
Página 126 - 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.
Página 189 - 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.
Página 72 - Harps ever tuned, that glittering by their side Like quivers hung, and with preamble sweet Of charming symphony they introduce Their sacred song, and waken raptures high: No voice exempt, no voice but well could join Melodious part; such concord is in Heaven. Thee, Father, first they sung.
Página 208 - Eve ; heaven is for thee too high To know what passes there ; be lowly wise : Think only what concerns thee and thy being ; Dream not of other worlds, what creatures there Live, in what state, condition, or degree, Contented that thus far hath been reveal'd Not of earth only, but of highest heaven...
Página 176 - So spake the Son, and into terror changed His countenance, too severe to be beheld, And full of wrath bent on his enemies. At once the four spread out their starry wings With dreadful shade contiguous, and the orbs Of his fierce chariot roll'd, as with the sound Of torrent floods, or of a numerous host.