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Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve Books. The Author John Milton
Visualizzazione completa - 1790
Adam Angels arms beast began behold bliss Book bounds bright bring call'd command created creatures dark death deep defire delight divine dwell earth equal eternal evil eyes fair fall Father fide field fight fince fire force foul fruit gates glory Gods gold grace half hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heav'n heav'nly hell hill hope host human King knowledge leave less light live look lost mind morn move nature never night o'er once pain Paradise perhaps pow'r praise reason reign reply'd rest rose round Satan sear seat seek seem'd shade shape soon spake spirits stand stars stood sweet taste thee thence things thou thoughts throne till tree virtue voice whence wide winds wings
Pagina 11 - Almighty hath not built Here for his envy, will not drive us hence: Here we may reign secure, and in my choice To reign is worth ambition though in Hell: Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven.
Pagina 154 - Hear, all ye angels, progeny of light, Thrones, dominations, princedoms, virtues, powers, Hear my decree, which unrevoked shall stand. This day I have begot whom I declare My only Son, and on this holy hill Him have anointed, whom ye now behold At my right hand ; your head I him appoint ; And by myself have sworn, to him shall bow All knees in heaven, and shall confess him Lord...
Pagina 36 - 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.
Pagina 4 - 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.
Pagina 71 - 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.
Pagina 5 - He with his thunder: and till then who knew The force of those dire arms? yet not for those, Nor what the potent victor in his rage Can else inflict, do I repent or change, Though changed in outward lustre; that fixed mind And high disdain, from sense of injured merit...
Pagina 45 - O Progeny of Heaven, Empyreal Thrones, With reason hath deep silence and demur Seized us, though undismayed : long is the way And hard, that out of Hell leads up to Light...
Pagina 27 - Nor was his name unheard or unador'd In ancient Greece ; and in Ausonian land Men call'd him Mulciber ; and how he fell From Heav'n 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 th...