Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve Books. The Author John Milton. According to the Author's Last Edition, in the Year 1674W. and W. Smith, P. Wilson, and T. Ewing, 1767 - 348 עמודים |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 20
עמוד 22
... spake : and to confirm his words out - flew Millions of flaming swords , drawn from the thighs Of mighty cherubim ; the sudden blaze Far round illumin'd hell : highly they rag'd Against the highest , and fierce with grasped arms Clafp'd ...
... spake : and to confirm his words out - flew Millions of flaming swords , drawn from the thighs Of mighty cherubim ; the sudden blaze Far round illumin'd hell : highly they rag'd Against the highest , and fierce with grasped arms Clafp'd ...
עמוד 28
... spake . My fentence is for open war : of wiles , More unexpert , I boast not : them let thofe Contrive who need , or when they need , not now , For while they fit contriving , shall the reft , Millions that stand in arms , and longing ...
... spake . My fentence is for open war : of wiles , More unexpert , I boast not : them let thofe Contrive who need , or when they need , not now , For while they fit contriving , shall the reft , Millions that stand in arms , and longing ...
עמוד 34
... spake . Either to difenthrone the king of heav'n We war , if war be best , or to regain Our own right loft : him to unthrone we then May hope , when everlasting fate shall yield To fickle chance , and chaos judge the strife : The former ...
... spake . Either to difenthrone the king of heav'n We war , if war be best , or to regain Our own right loft : him to unthrone we then May hope , when everlasting fate shall yield To fickle chance , and chaos judge the strife : The former ...
עמוד 37
... spake . Thrones and imperial powers , off - spring of heav'n , Ethereal virtues ; or these titles now Muft we renounce , and changing stile be call'd Princes of hell ? for fo the popular vote Inclines , here to continue , and build up ...
... spake . Thrones and imperial powers , off - spring of heav'n , Ethereal virtues ; or these titles now Muft we renounce , and changing stile be call'd Princes of hell ? for fo the popular vote Inclines , here to continue , and build up ...
עמוד 40
... glory rais'd Above his fellows , with monarchal pride Confcious of highest worth , unmov'd thus spake . O progeny of heav'n , empyreal thrones , With reafon hath deep filence and demur Seiz'd us , 4.0 PARADISE LOST . II . 400 .
... glory rais'd Above his fellows , with monarchal pride Confcious of highest worth , unmov'd thus spake . O progeny of heav'n , empyreal thrones , With reafon hath deep filence and demur Seiz'd us , 4.0 PARADISE LOST . II . 400 .
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מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
Adam Ægypt againſt alſo angels arm'd beaſt behold beſt blifs call'd cauſe cherubim cloud darkneſs death deep defcend defire divine earth eaſe elfe erft evil eyes faid fair feat feem'd ferpent fhall fide fight fince fire firft firſt fome foon foul fpake fruit ftill fuch gate glory hath heav'n heav'nly hell higheſt highth hill himſelf hoft juſt laft laſt leaſt lefs leſs light loft moſt muſt night o're Paradife paſs paſt pleas'd pleaſant pleaſure praiſe puniſhment rais'd reaſon reft repli'd reſt return'd rife rofe Satan ſeems ſhade ſhall ſhame ſhape ſhe ſhould ſome ſon ſpake ſpirit ſtand ſtars ſtate ſteps ſtill ſtood ſtrength ſuch ſweet tafte taſte thee thefe themſelves thence theſe thine things thofe thoſe thou thoughts thouſand throne tree turn'd wandring whofe whoſe wings wiſdom worfe worſe
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 124 - His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
עמוד 88 - Ah, wherefore! he deserved no such return From me, whom he created what I was In that bright eminence, and with his good Upbraided none; nor was his service hard.
עמוד 121 - Evil into the mind of God or man May come and go, so unapproved, and leave No spot or blame behind...
עמוד 251 - Matter of scorn, not to be given the foe. However, I with thee have fix'd my lot, Certain to undergo like doom; if death Consort with thee, death is to me as life; So forcible within my heart I feel The bond of nature draw me to my own, My own in thee, for what thou art is mine; Our state cannot be sever'd, we are one, One flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself.
עמוד 44 - Typhoean rage more fell, Rend up both rocks and hills, and ride the air In whirlwind ; hell scarce holds the wild uproar.
עמוד 7 - Thus Satan, talking to his nearest mate, With head uplift above the wave, and eyes That sparkling blazed ; his other parts besides, Prone on the flood, extended long and large, Lay floating many a rood...
עמוד 32 - Devoid of sense and motion? And who knows, Let this be good, whether our angry foe Can give it, or will ever? How he can Is doubtful; that he never will is sure.
עמוד 147 - Abdiel, faithful found, Among the faithless faithful only he; Among innumerable false unmoved, Unshaken, unseduced, unterrified, His loyalty he kept, his love, his zeal ; Nor number nor example with him wrought To swerve from truth, or change his constant mind, Though single.
עמוד 208 - Tell, if ye saw, how came I thus, how here? Not of myself; by some great Maker then, In goodness and in power pre-eminent: Tell me how may I know him, how adore, From whom I have that thus I move and live, And feel that I am happier than I know...
עמוד 25 - 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, On Lemnos, the Aegean isle.