Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve BooksPhillips, Sampsons, & Company, 1850 - 294 pages |
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... Delight thee more , and Siloa's brook that flow'd Fast by the oracle of God ; I thence Invoke thy aid to my adventurous song , That with no middle flight intends to soar 15 Above the Aönian mount , while it pursues Things PARADISE LOST .
... Delight thee more , and Siloa's brook that flow'd Fast by the oracle of God ; I thence Invoke thy aid to my adventurous song , That with no middle flight intends to soar 15 Above the Aönian mount , while it pursues Things PARADISE LOST .
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... delight , 160 As being the contrary to his high will Whom we resist . If then his providence Out of our evil seek to bring forth good , Our labour must be to pervert that end , And out of good still to find means of evil ; Which ...
... delight , 160 As being the contrary to his high will Whom we resist . If then his providence Out of our evil seek to bring forth good , Our labour must be to pervert that end , And out of good still to find means of evil ; Which ...
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... 'd Rimmon , whose delightful seat Was fair Damascus , on the fertile banks Of Abbana and Pharphar , lucid streams . He also against the house of God was bold 465 470 A leper once he lost , and gain'd a king PARADISE LOST . 15.
... 'd Rimmon , whose delightful seat Was fair Damascus , on the fertile banks Of Abbana and Pharphar , lucid streams . He also against the house of God was bold 465 470 A leper once he lost , and gain'd a king PARADISE LOST . 15.
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... This must be our task In Heaven , this our delight ; how wearisome Eternity so spent , in worship paid To whom we hate ! Let us not then presume 245 By force impossible , by leave obtain'd Unacceptable , though PARADISE LOST . 31.
... This must be our task In Heaven , this our delight ; how wearisome Eternity so spent , in worship paid To whom we hate ! Let us not then presume 245 By force impossible , by leave obtain'd Unacceptable , though PARADISE LOST . 31.
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... delight , Son of my bosom , Sen who art alone My word , my wisdom , and effectual might , All hast thou spoken as my thoughts are , all 165 170 As my eternal purpose hath decreed ; Man shall not quite be lost , but saved who will ; Yet ...
... delight , Son of my bosom , Sen who art alone My word , my wisdom , and effectual might , All hast thou spoken as my thoughts are , all 165 170 As my eternal purpose hath decreed ; Man shall not quite be lost , but saved who will ; Yet ...
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Adam adore ambition ambrosial Angels Archangel art thou behold beneath bless'd bliss breast call'd celestial Cherub Cherubim cloud dark days of Heaven death deep Deity delight divine dread dust dwell earth eternal ethereal evil fair Fair Angel fate Father fear fire flame fruit glorious glory Godhead Gods guilt happy hast hath heart Heaven heavenly Hell hope hour human immortal know'st labour light live Lorenzo man's mankind mind mortal Nature Nature's night nought numbers o'er Omnipotence ordain'd pain Paradise PARADISE LOST pass'd peace pleasure praise pride proud rapture Reason reign return'd rise round sapience Satan scape scene seem'd Seraph Serpent shade shines sight skies smile song soon soul spake Spirits stars stood sweet taste thee thence thine things thought throne thyself truth turn'd vex'd virtue whence wing wisdom wise wonder
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Page 15 - Thammuz came next behind, Whose annual wound in Lebanon allured The Syrian damsels to lament his fate In amorous ditties all a summer's day, While smooth Adonis from his native rock 450 Ran purple to the sea, supposed with blood Of Thammuz yearly wounded...
Page 6 - What though the field be lost? All is not lost; the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield: And what is else not to be overcome?
Page 107 - 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.
Page 107 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ! thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair : 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.
Page 33 - A pillar of state ; deep on his front engraven Deliberation sat, and public care ; And princely counsel in his face yet shone Majestic, though in ruin : sage he stood, With Atlantean shoulders fit to bear The weight of mightiest monarchies ; his look Drew audience and attention still as night, Or summer's noontide air...
Page 81 - Out of the fertile ground he caused to grow All trees of noblest kind for sight, smell, taste; And all amid them stood the Tree of Life, High eminent, blooming ambrosial fruit Of vegetable gold ; and next to life, 220 Our death, the Tree of Knowledge, grew fast by, Knowledge of good bought dear by knowing ill.
Page 57 - He and his faithless progeny. Whose fault ? Whose but his own ? Ingrate, he had of me All he could have ; I made him just and right, Sufficient to have stood, though free to fall. Such I created all the ethereal powers And spirits, both them who stood, and them who fail'd ; Freely they stood who stood, and fell who fell.
Page 129 - Against revolted multitudes the cause Of truth, in word mightier than they in arms ; And for the testimony of truth hast borne Universal reproach, far worse to bear Than violence ; for this was all thy care, To stand approved in sight of God, though worlds Judged thee perverse.
Page 77 - 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.
Page 77 - Omnipotent. Ay me ! they little know How dearly I abide that boast so vain, Under what torments inwardly I groan. While they adore me on the throne of Hell, With diadem and...