The poetical works of John Milton, with life and notes [by G. Gilfillan]. The text ed. by C.C. Clarke1874 |
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... pain , Torments him round he throws his baleful eyes , That witness'd huge affliction and dismay Mix'd with obdurate pride and steadfast hate : At once , as far as Angels ken , he views The dismal situation waste and wild : A dungeon ...
... pain , Torments him round he throws his baleful eyes , That witness'd huge affliction and dismay Mix'd with obdurate pride and steadfast hate : At once , as far as Angels ken , he views The dismal situation waste and wild : A dungeon ...
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... pain , Vaunting aloud , but rack'd with deep despair : And him thus answer'd soon his bold compeer . O Prince ! O Chief of many throned Powers , That led the embattled Seraphim to war Under thy conduct , and , in dreadful deeds Fearless ...
... pain , Vaunting aloud , but rack'd with deep despair : And him thus answer'd soon his bold compeer . O Prince ! O Chief of many throned Powers , That led the embattled Seraphim to war Under thy conduct , and , in dreadful deeds Fearless ...
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... pains , That we may so suffice his vengeful ire , Or do him mightier service , as his thralls By right of war , whate'er his business be , Here in the heart of Hell to work in fire , Or do his errands in the gloomy deep ; What can it ...
... pains , That we may so suffice his vengeful ire , Or do him mightier service , as his thralls By right of war , whate'er his business be , Here in the heart of Hell to work in fire , Or do his errands in the gloomy deep ; What can it ...
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... pains , That we may so suffice his vengeful ire , Or do him mightier service , as his thralls By right of war , whate'er his business be , Here in the heart of Hell to work in fire , Or do his errands in the gloomy deep ; What can it ...
... pains , That we may so suffice his vengeful ire , Or do him mightier service , as his thralls By right of war , whate'er his business be , Here in the heart of Hell to work in fire , Or do his errands in the gloomy deep ; What can it ...
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... pain , Torments him round he throws his baleful eyes , That witness'd huge affliction and dismay Mix'd with obdurate pride and steadfast hate : At once , as far as Angels ken , he views The dismal situation waste and wild : A dungeon ...
... pain , Torments him round he throws his baleful eyes , That witness'd huge affliction and dismay Mix'd with obdurate pride and steadfast hate : At once , as far as Angels ken , he views The dismal situation waste and wild : A dungeon ...
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Adam agni Angels arm'd arms aught beast behold bliss bright burning lake call'd cloud Comus Dagon dark death deep delight didst divine doth dread dwell earth eternal Euripides evil eyes fair Father fear fire fruit glory gods grace hand happy hath heard heart Heaven heavenly Hell highth hill honour ipse JOHN MILTON King light live Lord lost Lycidas malè Messiah mihi Milton morn mortal night numina o'er Paradise Paradise Lost Paradise Regained pass'd peace Philistines poem praise quæ rais'd reign return'd round Samson Samson Agonistes Satan seat seem'd serpent shade shalt sight Son of God song soon soul spake Spirit St Paul's school stood strength sweet taste thee thence thine things thou thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tibi tree turn'd vex'd virtue voice whence wings wonder
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Страница 2 - Above them all the archangel : but his face Deep scars of thunder had intrench'd ; and care Sat on his faded cheek, but under brows 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...
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Страница 68 - 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.
Страница 2 - Their dread commander ; he, above the rest In shape and gesture proudly eminent, Stood like a tower ; his form had yet not lost All her original brightness ; nor appear'd Less than archangel ruin'd, and the excess Of glory obscured ; as when the sun, new risen, Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams ; or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.