Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books. The Author John Milton. Printed from the Text of Tonson's Correct Edition of 1711. A New Edition, with Notes and the Life of the Author, in Three Volumes, by Thomas Newton, ...proprietors, 1795 |
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... fruit , flow'r ambrosial , gems and gold Whose eye so superficially surveys 470 These things , as not to mind from whence they grow Deep under ground , materials dark and crude , Of spirituous and fiery spume , till touch'd With ...
... fruit , flow'r ambrosial , gems and gold Whose eye so superficially surveys 470 These things , as not to mind from whence they grow Deep under ground , materials dark and crude , Of spirituous and fiery spume , till touch'd With ...
Side 43
... fruit - tree yielding fruit after her kind , Whose seed is in herself upon the earth . He scarce had said , when the bare earth , till then Desert and bare , unsightly , unadorn'd , Brought forth the tender grass , whose verdure clad ...
... fruit - tree yielding fruit after her kind , Whose seed is in herself upon the earth . He scarce had said , when the bare earth , till then Desert and bare , unsightly , unadorn'd , Brought forth the tender grass , whose verdure clad ...
Side 44
... fruit , or gemm'd Their blossoms : with high woods the hills were crown'd , 330 With tufts the valleys , and each fountain side , With borders long the rivers : that earth now Seem'd like to Heav'n , a seat where Gods might dwell , Or ...
... fruit , or gemm'd Their blossoms : with high woods the hills were crown'd , 330 With tufts the valleys , and each fountain side , With borders long the rivers : that earth now Seem'd like to Heav'n , a seat where Gods might dwell , Or ...
Side 51
... fruit for food 540 Gave thee ; all sorts are here that all th ' earth yields Variety without end ; but of the tree , Which tasted works knowledge of good and evil , Thou may'st not ; in the day thou eat'st , thou dy'st ; Death is the ...
... fruit for food 540 Gave thee ; all sorts are here that all th ' earth yields Variety without end ; but of the tree , Which tasted works knowledge of good and evil , Thou may'st not ; in the day thou eat'st , thou dy'st ; Death is the ...
Side 56
... fruits and flowers , To visit how they prosper'd , bud and bloom , Her nursery ; they at her coming sprung , And touch'd by her fair tendence gladlier grew . Yet went she not , as not with such discourse Delighted , or not capable her ...
... fruits and flowers , To visit how they prosper'd , bud and bloom , Her nursery ; they at her coming sprung , And touch'd by her fair tendence gladlier grew . Yet went she not , as not with such discourse Delighted , or not capable her ...
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Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books. the Author John Milton. Printed From ... John Milton Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2023 |
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Adam Angel answer'd appear'd arm'd arms beast behold bliss call'd Canaan celestial chariot Cherubic Cherubim cloud creatures darkness death deep delight descend didst divine doom dwell eternal evil eyes fair faith Father fear fierce firmament of Heaven fix'd form'd fruit glory Gods Grotius ground hand happy hast thou hath heard heart Heav'n and Earth heav'nly Hell hill human voice interpolated JOHN MILTON join'd judg'd Lauder lest light live lost mankind Masenius Messiah Michael Milton mix'd mountain mov'd night ordain'd Paradise Paradise Lost peace Phineus pow'r rais'd receiv'd reply'd return'd sapience Satan seat seed seem'd Serpent shalt sight soon spake Spi'rits Spirit stars stood sweet Tartaro taste thee thence thine things THOMAS NEWTON thou hast thou may'st thought throne thyself Tiresias tree turn'd virtue voice wak'd wand'ring whence wings
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Side 208 - Henceforth, I learn that to obey is best, And love with fear the only God, to walk As in his presence, ever to observe His providence, and on him sole depend...
Side 104 - So saying, her rash hand in evil hour Forth reaching to the Fruit, she pluck'd, she eat: Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat Sighing through all her Works gave signs of woe, That all was lost.
Side 150 - And straight conjunction with this sex. For either He never shall find out fit mate, but such As some misfortune brings him, or mistake ; Or whom he wishes most shall seldom gain, Through her perverseness, but shall see her gain'd By a far worse, or, if she love, withheld By parents ; or his happiest choice too late Shall meet, already link'd and wedlock-bound To a fell adversary, his hate or shame: Which infinite calamity shall cause To human life, and household peace confound.
Side 2 - Against revolted multitudes the cause Of truth, in word mightier than they in arms ; And for the testimony of truth hast borne Universal reproach, far worse to bear Than violence ; for this was all thy care To stand approved in sight of God, though worlds Judged thee perverse...
Side 72 - Thy words, Creator bounteous and benign Giver of all things fair, but fairest this Of all thy gifts, nor enviest. I now see Bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh, myself Before me. Woman is her name, of man Extracted ; for this cause he shall forego Father and mother, and to his wife adhere ; And they shall be one flesh, one heart, one soul.
Side 167 - With what to sight or smell was sweet, from thee How shall I part, and whither wander down Into a lower world, to this obscure And wild ? how shall we breathe in other air Less pure, accustom'd to immortal fruits?
Side 150 - My only strength and stay: forlorn of thee, Whither shall I betake me, where subsist ? While yet we live, scarce one short hour perhaps, Between us two let there be peace...
Side 209 - And all the rule, one empire; only add Deeds to thy knowledge answerable; add faith, Add virtue, patience, temperance ; add love, By name to come call'd charity, the soul Of all the rest: then wilt thou not be loth To leave this Paradise, but shalt possess A paradise within thee, happier far.
Side 112 - Earth trembled from her entrails, as again In pangs; and Nature gave a second groan; Sky lour'd, and, muttering thunder, some sad drops Wept at completing of the mortal sin Original...
Side 169 - So many grateful altars I would rear Of grassy turf, and pile up every stone Of lustre from the brook, in memory Or monument to ages, and thereon Offer sweet-smelling gums, and fruits, and flowers T In yonder nether world where shall I seek His bright appearances, or footstep trace...