The Paradise Lost of Milton, Том 1Septimus Prowett, 1827 - 24 страница |
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... wide Within , her ample spaces , o'er the smooth And level pavement : from the arched roof Pendant by subtle magick many a row Of starry lamps and blazing cressets , fed With Naphtha and Asphaltus , yielded light As from a sky . The ...
... wide Within , her ample spaces , o'er the smooth And level pavement : from the arched roof Pendant by subtle magick many a row Of starry lamps and blazing cressets , fed With Naphtha and Asphaltus , yielded light As from a sky . The ...
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... wide , but chief the spacious hall ( Though like a covered field , where champions bold Wont ride in armed , and at the Soldäns chair Defied the best of Panim chivalry To mortal combat , or career with lance , ) Thick swarmed , both on ...
... wide , but chief the spacious hall ( Though like a covered field , where champions bold Wont ride in armed , and at the Soldäns chair Defied the best of Panim chivalry To mortal combat , or career with lance , ) Thick swarmed , both on ...
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... wide into the realm of night , Scorning surprise . Or could we break our way By force , and at our heels all Hell should rise With blackest insurrection , to confound Heaven's purest light ; yet our great Enemy , All incorruptible ...
... wide into the realm of night , Scorning surprise . Or could we break our way By force , and at our heels all Hell should rise With blackest insurrection , to confound Heaven's purest light ; yet our great Enemy , All incorruptible ...
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... wide womb of uncreated night , 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 . Will he , so wise , let loose at ...
... wide womb of uncreated night , 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 . Will he , so wise , let loose at ...
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... Wide gaping , and with utter loss of being Threatens him , plunged in that abortive gulf . If thence he ' scape into whatever world , Or unknown region , what remains him less Than unknown dangers , and as hard escape ? But I should ill ...
... Wide gaping , and with utter loss of being Threatens him , plunged in that abortive gulf . If thence he ' scape into whatever world , Or unknown region , what remains him less Than unknown dangers , and as hard escape ? But I should ill ...
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Abdiel Adam adore Almighty angelick Angels Arch-Angel arms battle Beelzebub behold Belial bliss burning lake celestial chariot Cherub Cherubim cloud creatures dark deeds deep delight Designed & Engraved divine dread earth equal eternal ethereal evil fair Fair Angel fall Father fear fell Fiend fierce fiery fire flames flowers gates glory Gods gold golden grace hand happy hast hate hath Heaven heavenly Hell highth hill honour horrid horrour host infernal Ithuriel King legions less light Messiah Moloch night o'er once ordained pain PARADISE LOST praise rage reign revenge round Satan Satan return scaped seat seemed Seraph Seraphim shade shalt shape sight soon sovran spake Spirits stood sweet taste terrour Thammuz thee thence thine things thither thou thoughts throne thunder thyself Uriel wall of Heaven Weening whence winds wings wonder Zephon
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Страница 139 - Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep. All these with ceaseless praise his works behold, Both day and night. How often, from the steep Of echoing hill or thicket have we heard Celestial voices to the midnight air, Sole, or responsive each to others...
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Страница 114 - 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...
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Страница 161 - 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.