Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve BooksJacob Tonson in the Strand, 1826 - 350 עמודים |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 72
עמוד 9
... hand the flames , Driven backward , slope their pointing spires , and roll'd In billows , leave i ' the midst a horrid vale . Aloft , incumbent on the dusky air , Then with expanded wings he steers his flight 225 That felt unusual ...
... hand the flames , Driven backward , slope their pointing spires , and roll'd In billows , leave i ' the midst a horrid vale . Aloft , incumbent on the dusky air , Then with expanded wings he steers his flight 225 That felt unusual ...
עמוד 22
... hand was known In Heaven by many a tower'd structure high , Where sceptred Angels held their residence , And sat as princes : whom the supreme King Exalted to such power , and gave to rule , 730 735 Each in his hierarchy , the orders ...
... hand was known In Heaven by many a tower'd structure high , Where sceptred Angels held their residence , And sat as princes : whom the supreme King Exalted to such power , and gave to rule , 730 735 Each in his hierarchy , the orders ...
עמוד 25
... hand Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold , Satan exalted sat , by merit raised To that bad eminence : and , from despair Thus high uplifted beyond hope , aspires Beyond thus high : insatiate to pursue Vain war with Heaven ; and ...
... hand Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold , Satan exalted sat , by merit raised To that bad eminence : and , from despair Thus high uplifted beyond hope , aspires Beyond thus high : insatiate to pursue Vain war with Heaven ; and ...
עמוד 29
... into sevenfold rage , And plunge us in the flames ? or , from above , Should intermitted vengeance arm again His red right hand to plague us ? What if 3 * PARADISE LOST . 20 With blackest insurrection, to confound ...
... into sevenfold rage , And plunge us in the flames ? or , from above , Should intermitted vengeance arm again His red right hand to plague us ? What if 3 * PARADISE LOST . 20 With blackest insurrection, to confound ...
עמוד 30
A Poem in Twelve Books John Milton. His red right hand to plague us ? What if all Her stores were open'd , and this firmament Of Hell should spout her cataracts of fire , Impendent horrors , threatening hideous fall One day upon our ...
A Poem in Twelve Books John Milton. His red right hand to plague us ? What if all Her stores were open'd , and this firmament Of Hell should spout her cataracts of fire , Impendent horrors , threatening hideous fall One day upon our ...
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...