Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve BooksJacob Tonson in the Strand, 1826 - 350 עמודים |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 48
עמוד 19
... behold The fellows of his crime , the followers rather ( Far other once beheld in bliss ) , condemn'd For ever now to have their lot in pain ; Millions of Spirits for his fault amerced Of Heaven , and from eternal splendours flung For ...
... behold The fellows of his crime , the followers rather ( Far other once beheld in bliss ) , condemn'd For ever now to have their lot in pain ; Millions of Spirits for his fault amerced Of Heaven , and from eternal splendours flung For ...
עמוד 24
... Behold a wonder ! They but now who seem'd In bigness to surpass Earth's giant sons , Now less than smallest dwarfs , in narrow room Throng numberless , like that Pygmean race Beyond the Indian mount : or fairy elves , Whose midnight ...
... Behold a wonder ! They but now who seem'd In bigness to surpass Earth's giant sons , Now less than smallest dwarfs , in narrow room Throng numberless , like that Pygmean race Beyond the Indian mount : or fairy elves , Whose midnight ...
עמוד 50
... behold the throne Of Chaos , and his dark pavilion spread 960 Wide on the wasteful deep ; with him enthroned Sat sable - vested Night , eldest of things , The consort of his reign ; and by them stood Orcus and Hades , and the dreaded ...
... behold the throne Of Chaos , and his dark pavilion spread 960 Wide on the wasteful deep ; with him enthroned Sat sable - vested Night , eldest of things , The consort of his reign ; and by them stood Orcus and Hades , and the dreaded ...
עמוד 52
... tackle torn ; Or in the emptier waste , resembling air , Weighs his spread wings , at leisure to behold Far off the empyreal Heaven , extended wide 1045 In circuit , undetermined square or round , With opal 52 B. II . PARADISE LOST .
... tackle torn ; Or in the emptier waste , resembling air , Weighs his spread wings , at leisure to behold Far off the empyreal Heaven , extended wide 1045 In circuit , undetermined square or round , With opal 52 B. II . PARADISE LOST .
עמוד 54
... behold the new creation , and Man whom God had placed here , inquires of him the place of his habi- tation , and is directed : Alights first on mount Niphates . HAIL , holy Light , offspring of Heaven first - born , Or of the Eternal ...
... behold the new creation , and Man whom God had placed here , inquires of him the place of his habi- tation , and is directed : Alights first on mount Niphates . HAIL , holy Light , offspring of Heaven first - born , Or of the Eternal ...
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
Adam Almighty Angels answer'd appear'd Archangel arm'd arms 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 nigh 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
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 56 - And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. So much the rather thou, celestial Light, Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate ; there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight.
עמוד 210 - 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.
עמוד 76 - O thou that, with surpassing glory crowned, Look'st from thy sole dominion like the god Of this new World — at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminished 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...
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 107 - 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. 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 3 - OF Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste Brought death into the world, and all our woe, With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Restore us, and regain the blissful seat, Sing, heavenly muse, that on the secret top Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire That shepherd, who first taught the chosen seed, In the beginning, how the heavens and earth Rose out of chaos...
עמוד 81 - But rather to tell how, — if art could tell,— How from that sapphire fount the crisped brooks, Rolling on orient pearl and sands of gold, With mazy error under pendent shades Ran nectar, visiting each plant, and fed Flowers worthy...
עמוד 50 - O'er bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare, With head, hands, wings, or feet, pursues his way, And swims, or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies.
עמוד 11 - Over the burning marie, not like those steps On heaven's azure ; and the torrid clime Smote on him sore besides, vaulted with fire.
עמוד 85 - Ah, gentle pair, ye little think how nigh Your change approaches, when all these delights Will vanish and deliver ye to woe, More woe, the more your taste is now of joy...