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... spake the apostate Angel , though in 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 ...
... spake the apostate Angel , though in 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 ...
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... spake , and him Beëlzebub Thus answer'd . " Leader of those armies bright Which , but the Omnipotent , none could have foil'd ! If once they hear that voice , their liveliest pledge Of hope in fears and dangers , heard so oft In worst ...
... spake , and him Beëlzebub Thus answer'd . " Leader of those armies bright Which , but the Omnipotent , none could have foil'd ! If once they hear that voice , their liveliest pledge Of hope in fears and dangers , heard so oft In worst ...
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... spake : and , to confirm his words , out - flew Millions of flaming swords , drawn from the thighs Of mighty Cherubim . The sudden blaze Far round illumined Hell : highly they raged Against the Highest ; and fierce , with grasped arms ...
... spake : and , to confirm his words , out - flew Millions of flaming swords , drawn from the thighs Of mighty Cherubim . The sudden blaze Far round illumined Hell : highly they raged Against the Highest ; and fierce , with grasped arms ...
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... ; of God , or Hell , or worse , He reck'd not ; and these words thereafter spake : " My sentence is for open war : of wiles , More unexpert , I boast not : them let those Contrive who need , or when they need , not 34 PARADISE LOST .
... ; of God , or Hell , or worse , He reck'd not ; and these words thereafter spake : " My sentence is for open war : of wiles , More unexpert , I boast not : them let those Contrive who need , or when they need , not 34 PARADISE LOST .
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... spake . " Either , to disenthrone the King of Heaven We war , if war be best , or to regain Our own right lost . Him to unthrone we then May hope , when everlasting fate shall yield To fickle chance , and Chaos judge the strife . The ...
... spake . " Either , to disenthrone the King of Heaven We war , if war be best , or to regain Our own right lost . Him to unthrone we then May hope , when everlasting fate shall yield To fickle chance , and Chaos judge the strife . The ...
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Adam angels appear'd arm'd arms Asmodai aught beast behold bliss bright call'd cherub cherubim cloud COMUS Dagon dark death deeds deep delight didst divine doth dread dwell earth Egypt eternal evil eyes fair faith Father fear flowers fruit glory gods grace hand happy hast hath heard heart Heaven heavenly Hell hill honour Israel Jehovah king lest light live Lord lost Lycidas Manoah Messiah morn mortal nigh night numbers o'er pain Paradise PARADISE LOST PARADISE REGAINED pass'd peace Philistines praise PSALM quire reign replied return'd round sapience Satan scape seat seem'd serpent shade shalt shame sight Son of God song soon soul spake spirits stood strength sweet taste Thammuz thee thence thine things thither thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tree turn'd vex'd virtue voice whence winds wings wonder
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Страница 574 - To hear the lark begin his flight And singing startle the dull night From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise ; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow Through the sweetbriar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
Страница 581 - Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew sound Over some wide-water'd shore, Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom; Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm To bless the doors from nightly harm.
Страница 594 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which...
Страница 118 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ; She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Страница 568 - Phoebus replied, and touched my trembling ears ; ' Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies ; But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove ; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.
Страница 71 - Eternal coeternal beam May I express thee unblamed ? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity — dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate ! Or hear'st thou rather pure Ethereal Stream, Whose fountain who shall tell? Before the Sun, Before the Heavens, thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle, didst invest The rising World of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless Infinite...
Страница 574 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides: — Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe...
Страница 582 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine ; Or what, though rare, of later age Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage. But, O sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower ! Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes, as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made hell grant what love did seek...
Страница 27 - From heaven, they fabled, thrown by angry Jove 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 /Egean isle : thus they relate, Erring...