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Side 12
... Spirit , that dost prefer Before all temples the upright heart and pure , Instruct me , for thou know'st : Thou from the first Wast present , and with mighty wings outspread Dove - like sat'st brooding on the vast abyss , And mad'st it ...
... Spirit , that dost prefer Before all temples the upright heart and pure , Instruct me , for thou know'st : Thou from the first Wast present , and with mighty wings outspread Dove - like sat'st brooding on the vast abyss , And mad'st it ...
Side 16
... spirits arm'd , That durst dislike his reign ; and me preferring , His utmost power with adverse power opposed In dubious battle on the plains of Heaven , And shook his throne . What though the field be lost All is not lost ; the ...
... spirits arm'd , That durst dislike his reign ; and me preferring , His utmost power with adverse power opposed In dubious battle on the plains of Heaven , And shook his throne . What though the field be lost All is not lost ; the ...
Side 17
... spirit remains Invincible , and vigour soon returns ; Though all our glory extinct , and happy state Here swallow'd up in endless misery . But what ? if he our Conquerour ( whom I now Of force believe Almighty , since no less Than such ...
... spirit remains Invincible , and vigour soon returns ; Though all our glory extinct , and happy state Here swallow'd up in endless misery . But what ? if he our Conquerour ( whom I now Of force believe Almighty , since no less Than such ...
Side 24
... spirits or have ye chosen this place After the toil of battle to repose Your wearied virtue , for the ease you find To slumber here , as in the vales of Heaven ? Or in this abject posture have ye sworn To adore the Conquerour ? who now ...
... spirits or have ye chosen this place After the toil of battle to repose Your wearied virtue , for the ease you find To slumber here , as in the vales of Heaven ? Or in this abject posture have ye sworn To adore the Conquerour ? who now ...
Side 28
... spirits , when they please , Can either sex assume , or both ; so soft And uncompounded is their essence pure ; Not tied or manacled with joint or limb , Nor founded on the brittle strength of bones , Like cumbrous flesh ; but in what ...
... spirits , when they please , Can either sex assume , or both ; so soft And uncompounded is their essence pure ; Not tied or manacled with joint or limb , Nor founded on the brittle strength of bones , Like cumbrous flesh ; but in what ...
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Adam angel anges another world appear'd archangel arms beast behold best bliss bright bring call'd céleste choses ciel cloud created créatures dark darkness death deep delight Dieu divine doom dwell earth Éden envy eternal evil eyes Father fear find fire firmament first forth found fruit glory godlike gods good great hand happy hath head heard heart Heaven heavenly Hell high hill his punishment hope King know l'enfer l'homme last leave left less life light lost love made mankind mind night o'er offspring once Paradise pass'd peace perhaps power powers race replied return'd round Satan scarce scorn seat seem'd seest serpent shape side sight soon spake spirits stand stood sweet taste terre their thence things thou though thoughts Thrice throne tree tree Of Knowledge turn'd whence wide wings words works world worse
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Side 89 - Tunes her nocturnal note : 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...
Side 142 - 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; Silence was...
Side 144 - Shine not in vain : nor think, though men were none That heaven would want spectators, God want praise'; 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.
Side 167 - Angels; for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in Heaven, On earth join, all ye creatures, to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Side 50 - 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 once his ire Belike through impotence, or unaware, To give his enemies their wish, and end Them in his anger, whom his anger saves To punish endless? Wherefore cease we then?
Side 406 - There is, said Michael, if thou well observe The rule of Not too much ; by temperance taught, In what thou eat'st and drink'st ; seeking from thence Due nourishment, not gluttonous delight, Till many years over thy head return : So may'st thou live ; till, like ripe fruit, thou drop Into thy mother's lap ; or be with ease Gather'd, not harshly pluck'd, for death mature : This is Old Age...
Side 119 - O thou that, with surpassing glory crown'd, Look'st from thy sole dominion, like the god Of this new world, at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminish'd 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...
Side 447 - Which he hath sent propitious some great good Presaging, since, with sorrow and heart's distress Wearied, I fell asleep : but now lead on ; In me is no delay ; with thee to go Is to stay here ; without thee here to stay Is to go hence unwilling ; thou to me Art all things under heaven, all places thou. Who for my wilful crime art banish'd hence This further consolation yet secure I carry hence ; though all by me is lost, Such favour I unworthy am vouchsafed, By me the promised Seed shall all restore.
Side 237 - Urania, and fit audience find, though few. But drive far off the barbarous dissonance Of Bacchus and his revellers, the race Of that wild rout that tore the Thracian Bard In Rhodope, where woods and rocks had ears To rapture, till the savage clamour drowned Both harp and voice ; nor could the Muse defend Her son.
Side 128 - The birds their quire apply ; airs, vernal airs, Breathing the smell of field and grove, attune The trembling leaves, while universal Pan, Knit with the Graces and the Hours in dance, Led on the eternal Spring.