Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve BooksJacob Tonson in the Strand, 1826 - 350 עמודים |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 41
עמוד 9
... wind transports a hill Torn from Pelorus , or the shatter'd side Of thundering Etna , whose combustible And fuel'd entrails thence conceiving fire , Sublimed with mineral fury , aid the winds , And leave a singed bottom all involved 230 ...
... wind transports a hill Torn from Pelorus , or the shatter'd side Of thundering Etna , whose combustible And fuel'd entrails thence conceiving fire , Sublimed with mineral fury , aid the winds , And leave a singed bottom all involved 230 ...
עמוד 11
... winds Orion arm'd 305 Hath vex'd the Red Seacoast , whose waves o'erthrew Busiris and his Memphian chivalry , While with perfidious hatred they pursued The sojourners of Goshen , who beheld From the safe shore their floating carcasses ...
... winds Orion arm'd 305 Hath vex'd the Red Seacoast , whose waves o'erthrew Busiris and his Memphian chivalry , While with perfidious hatred they pursued The sojourners of Goshen , who beheld From the safe shore their floating carcasses ...
עמוד 12
... wind , That o'er the realm of impious Pharaoh hung Like night , and darken'd all the land of Nile : So numberless were those bad Angels seen Hovering on wing under the cope of Hell , " Twixt upper , nether , and surrounding fires ; Till ...
... wind , That o'er the realm of impious Pharaoh hung Like night , and darken'd all the land of Nile : So numberless were those bad Angels seen Hovering on wing under the cope of Hell , " Twixt upper , nether , and surrounding fires ; Till ...
עמוד 17
... wind , With gems and golden lustre rich emblazed , Seraphic arms and trophies ; all the while Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds : At which the universal host up sent 530 535 540 A shout , that tore Hell's concave , and beyond ...
... wind , With gems and golden lustre rich emblazed , Seraphic arms and trophies ; all the while Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds : At which the universal host up sent 530 535 540 A shout , that tore Hell's concave , and beyond ...
עמוד 22
... wind , To many a row of pipes the soundboard breathes . Anon , out of the earth , a fabric huge 710 Rose like an exhalation , with the sound Of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet , Built like a temple , where pilasters round Were set ...
... wind , To many a row of pipes the soundboard breathes . Anon , out of the earth , a fabric huge 710 Rose like an exhalation , with the sound Of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet , Built like a temple , where pilasters round Were set ...
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...