Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve BooksL. Coffin, 1831 - 294 עמודים |
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תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 100
עמוד 2
A Poem, in Twelve Books John Milton. Mrs. M. 3. Shelby gt .. 11-21-1922 PARADISE LOST . BOOK I. The first Book proposes ,
A Poem, in Twelve Books John Milton. Mrs. M. 3. Shelby gt .. 11-21-1922 PARADISE LOST . BOOK I. The first Book proposes ,
עמוד 8
... all his works Created hugest that swim the ocean stream : Him , haply , slumbering on the Norway foam The pilot of some small night - founder'd skiff ' 195 201 Deeming some island , oft , as seamen tell , 8 BI PARADISE LOST .
... all his works Created hugest that swim the ocean stream : Him , haply , slumbering on the Norway foam The pilot of some small night - founder'd skiff ' 195 201 Deeming some island , oft , as seamen tell , 8 BI PARADISE LOST .
עמוד 9
... the Stygian flood As Gods , and by their own recover'd strength , Not by the sufferance of supernal Power . Is this the region , this the soil , the clime , 240 2nd Speech Said then the lost Archangel , this the PARADISE LOST .
... the Stygian flood As Gods , and by their own recover'd strength , Not by the sufferance of supernal Power . Is this the region , this the soil , the clime , 240 2nd Speech Said then the lost Archangel , this the PARADISE LOST .
עמוד 11
... lost lay these , covering the flood , Under amazement of their hideous change . He call'd so loud , that all the hollow deep Of Hell resounded ! Princes , Potentates , 315 Warriors , the flower of Heaven ! once yours , now lost , If ...
... lost lay these , covering the flood , Under amazement of their hideous change . He call'd so loud , that all the hollow deep Of Hell resounded ! Princes , Potentates , 315 Warriors , the flower of Heaven ! once yours , now lost , If ...
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
Adam Almighty Angels answer'd appear'd Archangel arm'd arms aught beast Beelzebub behold bliss bright burning lake call'd Canaan celestial Cherub Cherubim cloud created creatures dark days of Heaven death deep delight didst divine dreadful dwell Earth eternal evil eyes fair Fair Angel faith Father fear fierce fire fix'd flaming flowers fruit gates glory Gods grace hand happy hast hath heard heart Heaven heavenly Hell hill Ithuriel JOHN MILTON join'd King lest light live lost mankind Messiah Michaël mix'd night o'er ordain'd pain Paradise PARADISE LOST pass'd peace reign replied return'd round sapience Satan scape seat seem'd Seraph Serpent shalt sight soon sov'reign spake Spirits stars stood sweet taste thee thence thine things thither thou hast thoughts throne thunder thyself tree turn'd Uriel vex'd voice whence wings wonder Zephon
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עמוד 107 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty! thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair : thyself how wondrous then, Unspeakable ! who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
עמוד 23 - From heaven, 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...
עמוד 4 - And mad'st it pregnant: What in me is dark, Illumine; what is low, raise and support; That to the height of this great argument I may assert Eternal Providence, 25 And justify the ways of God to men.
עמוד 290 - 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...
עמוד 107 - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
עמוד 213 - Should God create another Eve, and I Another rib afford, yet loss of thee Would never from my heart : no, no ! I feel The link of Nature draw me : flesh of flesh, Bone of my bone thou art, and from thy state Mine never shall be parted, bliss or woe.
עמוד 76 - Upon himself; horror and doubt distract His troubled thoughts, and from the bottom stir The hell within him ; for within him hell He brings, and round about him, nor from hell One step, no more than from himself, can fly By change of place...
עמוד 154 - 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 drown'd Both harp and voice ; nor could the Muse defend Her son.
עמוד 22 - Rose like an exhalation, with the sound Of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet, Built like a temple, where pilasters round Were set, and Doric pillars overlaid With golden architrave ; nor did there want Cornice or frieze, with bossy sculptures graven •, The roof was fretted gold.
עמוד 76 - 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...