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Side 99
640 Sweet is the breath of morn , her rising sweet , With charm of earliest birds ;
pleasant the sun , When first on this delighful land he spreads His orient beams ,
on herb , tree , fruit , and flower , Glift'ring with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After
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640 Sweet is the breath of morn , her rising sweet , With charm of earliest birds ;
pleasant the sun , When first on this delighful land he spreads His orient beams ,
on herb , tree , fruit , and flower , Glift'ring with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After
...
Side 113
But he thus overjoy'd , O fruit divine , Sweet of thyself , but much more sweet thus
cropt , Forbidden here , it seems , as only fit For gods , yet able to make gods of
men : 70 And why not gods of men , since good , the more Communicated ...
But he thus overjoy'd , O fruit divine , Sweet of thyself , but much more sweet thus
cropt , Forbidden here , it seems , as only fit For gods , yet able to make gods of
men : 70 And why not gods of men , since good , the more Communicated ...
Side 214
235 Labour , as to debar us when we need Refreshment , whether food , or talk
between , Food of the mind , or this sweet intercourse Of looks and smiles ; for (
miles from reason flow , To brute deny'd , and are of love the food , 240 Love not
...
235 Labour , as to debar us when we need Refreshment , whether food , or talk
between , Food of the mind , or this sweet intercourse Of looks and smiles ; for (
miles from reason flow , To brute deny'd , and are of love the food , 240 Love not
...
Side 218
Thou never from that hour in Paradise Found ! ft either sweet repast , or sound
repose ; Such ambush hid among sweet flowers and shades , Waited with helligh
rancour imminent 400 410 To intercept thy way , or send thee back 218 ...
Thou never from that hour in Paradise Found ! ft either sweet repast , or sound
repose ; Such ambush hid among sweet flowers and shades , Waited with helligh
rancour imminent 400 410 To intercept thy way , or send thee back 218 ...
Side 220
Thoughts , whither have ye led me ! with what sweet Compulfion thus transported
, to forget What hither brought us ! hate , not love , nor hope Of Paradise for Hell ,
hope here to taste Of pleasure , but all pleasure to destroy , Save what is in ...
Thoughts , whither have ye led me ! with what sweet Compulfion thus transported
, to forget What hither brought us ! hate , not love , nor hope Of Paradise for Hell ,
hope here to taste Of pleasure , but all pleasure to destroy , Save what is in ...
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Milton's Paradise Lost, a Poem. with Prefatory Characters of the Several ... Professor John Milton Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2016 |
Almindelige termer og sætninger
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Populære passager
Side 87 - Upon the rapid current, which, through veins Of porous earth with kindly thirst up-drawn, Rose a fresh fountain, and with many a rill Water'd the garden ; thence united fell Down the steep glade, and met the nether flood, Which from his darksome passage now appears...
Side 10 - Hail horrors, hail Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell, Receive thy new possessor ; one who brings A mind not to be chang'd by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n.
Side 114 - Evil into the mind of God or man May come and go, so unapproved, and leave No spot or blame behind...
Side 5 - A dungeon horrible, on all sides round, As one great furnace flamed; yet from those flames No light; but rather darkness visible Served only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes That comes to all, but torture without end Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed With ever-burning sulphur unconsumed.
Side 60 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Side 195 - Earth, so fresh and gay, Ye hills and dales, ye rivers, woods, and plains, And ye that live and move, fair creatures, tell, Tell, if ye saw, how came I thus, how here ! Not of myself; by some great Maker then, In goodness and in power pre-eminent. Tell me, how may I know him, how adore, 280 From whom I have that thus I move and live, And feel that I am happier than I know...
Side 89 - Castalian spring, might with this Paradise Of Eden strive; nor that Nyseian isle Girt with the river Triton, where old Cham, Whom Gentiles Ammon call and Libyan Jove, Hid Amalthea, and her florid son Young Bacchus, from his stepdame Rhea's eye; Nor where Abassin kings their issue guard, Mount Amara, though this by some supposed True Paradise, under the Ethiop line By Nilus...
Side 44 - Are brought ; and feel by turns the bitter change Of fierce extremes, extremes by change more fierce ; From beds of raging fire, to starve in ice...
Side 59 - Thee I revisit safe, And feel thy sovran vital lamp ; but thou Revisit'st not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs, Or dim suffusion veiled.
Side 104 - Know ye not then, said Satan fill'd with scorn, Know ye not me ? ye knew me once no mate For you, there sitting where ye durst not soar; Not to know me argues yourselves unknown, The lowest of your throng; or if ye know, Why ask ye, and superfluous begin Your message, like to end as much in vain ? To whom thus Zephon, answering scorn with scorn.
Bibliografiske oplysninger
| Titel | Milton's Paradise lost, a poem. With prefatory characters of the several pieces; and the life of Milton |
| Forfatter | John Milton |
| udgivet | 1767 |
| Oprindeligt fra | Oxford University |
| Digitaliseret | 17. nov 2006 |
| Eksporter henvisning | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |