Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve Books |
Fra bogen
Side lviii
Let Wit , condemn'd the feeble war to wage With close Malevolence , or public Kage ; Let Study , worn with Virtue's fruitless lore , Behold this theatre , and grieve no more . This night , distinguish'd by your smile , Mall cell ...
Let Wit , condemn'd the feeble war to wage With close Malevolence , or public Kage ; Let Study , worn with Virtue's fruitless lore , Behold this theatre , and grieve no more . This night , distinguish'd by your smile , Mall cell ...
Side lx
B Right martial Maid , Queen of the frozen zone , The northern pole supports thy shining throne ; Behold what furrows Age and Steel can plow ; The helmet's weight oppress'd this wrinkled brow . Thro ' Thro ' Fate's untrodden paths I ...
B Right martial Maid , Queen of the frozen zone , The northern pole supports thy shining throne ; Behold what furrows Age and Steel can plow ; The helmet's weight oppress'd this wrinkled brow . Thro ' Thro ' Fate's untrodden paths I ...
Side 20
... and considerate pride Waiting revenge : cruel his eye , but caft Signs of remorse and pallion 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 ...
... and considerate pride Waiting revenge : cruel his eye , but caft Signs of remorse and pallion 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 ...
Side 25
So thick the aery croud 775 Swarm'd , and were ftraiten'd ; till the fignal given , Behold a wonder ! they but now who feein'd In bignefs to furpafs earth's giant fons , Now less than fmallest dwarfs , in narrow room Throng numberless ...
So thick the aery croud 775 Swarm'd , and were ftraiten'd ; till the fignal given , Behold a wonder ! they but now who feein'd In bignefs to furpafs earth's giant fons , Now less than fmallest dwarfs , in narrow room Throng numberless ...
Side 54
... of whom to ask Which way the nearest coast of darkness lies Bord'ring on light ; when strait behold the throne Of Chaos , and his dark pavilion spread 960 Wide on the wasteful deep ; with him enthron'd Sat sable - vested Night ...
... of whom to ask Which way the nearest coast of darkness lies Bord'ring on light ; when strait behold the throne Of Chaos , and his dark pavilion spread 960 Wide on the wasteful deep ; with him enthron'd Sat sable - vested Night ...
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Adam againſt alſo angel appear arms began behold beſt bring callid cloud created dark death deep delight divine doubt dreadful dwell earth equal eternal evil eyes fair faith fall Father fear field fight fire firſt foon fruit glory gods grace hand happy haſt hath head heard heart heav'n hell hill himſelf hope houſe juſt King laſt late Latin leave leſs light live look loſt mean Milton mind morn moſt muſt nature never night once pain Paradiſe peace perhaps reaſon receive reſt round ſaid Satan ſay ſeems ſeveral ſhall ſhape ſhe ſhould ſome ſon ſtate ſtill ſtood ſuch ſweet taſte thee thence theſe things thoſe thou thought throne till tree virtue voice whoſe wide wings
Bibliografiske oplysninger
| Titel | Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve Books |
| Forfatter | John Milton |
| Udgiver | A. Donalson, and fold at his shop, 1772 |
| Oprindeligt fra | Complutense-universitetet i Madrid |
| Digitaliseret | 5. aug 2009 |
| Længde | 323 sider |
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