Paradise Lost: A Poem, In Twelve Books1739 - 582 עמודים |
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עמוד xiii
... PARADISE LOST , ver . 32 , which is addrefs'd by Satan to the Sun. Were it material , I believe I could produce other paffiges which more plainly appear to have been originally intended for the fcene . But whatever truth there may be in ...
... PARADISE LOST , ver . 32 , which is addrefs'd by Satan to the Sun. Were it material , I believe I could produce other paffiges which more plainly appear to have been originally intended for the fcene . But whatever truth there may be in ...
עמוד xiv
A Poem, In Twelve Books John Milton. Hih'd his PARADISE LOST ; the noblest Poem , next to thofe of Homer and Virgil , that ever the wit of man pro- duc'd in any age or nation . Need I mention any other evidence of its inestimable worth ...
A Poem, In Twelve Books John Milton. Hih'd his PARADISE LOST ; the noblest Poem , next to thofe of Homer and Virgil , that ever the wit of man pro- duc'd in any age or nation . Need I mention any other evidence of its inestimable worth ...
עמוד xv
... PARADISE REGAIN'D . But , Oh ! what a falling - off was there ! Of which I will fay no more , than that there is fcarcely a more remarkable in- ftance of the frailty of human reason , than cur Author gave in preferring this Poem to PARADISE ...
... PARADISE REGAIN'D . But , Oh ! what a falling - off was there ! Of which I will fay no more , than that there is fcarcely a more remarkable in- ftance of the frailty of human reason , than cur Author gave in preferring this Poem to PARADISE ...
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ADAM ÆGYPT afcend againſt alfo Angels appear'd beaft beft behold beſt call'd Cherubim cœleftial darkneſs death deep defcending defire divine earth elfe eternal ev'ning evil eyes fafe faid fair fall'n feat feek feem'd feems ferpent fhall fhould fide fight fince fire firft firſt fleep flow'rs fome fons foon foul fpake fpirits fruit ftate ftill ftood fuch fweet giv'n glory haft hath heav'n heav'nly hell higheſt himſelf hoft juft King laft laſt lefs leſs light loft moft muft muſt night o'er Paradife PARADISE LOST pleaſure pow'r praiſe rais'd reafon reft reply'd return'd rife rofe SATAN ſhall ſhape ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtood ſweet tafte taſte thee thefe themſelves thence theſe things thofe thoſe thou thoughts thouſand thro throne thy felf tree turn'd vex'd whofe whoſe wings worfe worſe