Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve BooksJacob Tonson in the Strand, 1826 - 350 עמודים |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 83
עמוד 5
... soon discerns ; and weltering by his side One next himself in power , and next in crime , Long after known in Palestine , and named Beelzebub . To whom the Archenemy , 335 55 60 65 And thence in Heaven call'd Satan , with bold words ...
... soon discerns ; and weltering by his side One next himself in power , and next in crime , Long after known in Palestine , and named Beelzebub . To whom the Archenemy , 335 55 60 65 And thence in Heaven call'd Satan , with bold words ...
עמוד 6
... in pain , Vaunting aloud , but rack'd with deep despair : And him thus answer'd soon his bold compeer . O Prince , O Chief of many throned Powers 125 That led the embattled Seraphim to war Under thy conduct PARADISE LOST . B. T.
... in pain , Vaunting aloud , but rack'd with deep despair : And him thus answer'd soon his bold compeer . O Prince , O Chief of many throned Powers 125 That led the embattled Seraphim to war Under thy conduct PARADISE LOST . B. T.
עמוד 7
... soon returns , 140 Though all our glory extinct , and happy state Here swallow'd up in endless misery . But what if he our Conqueror ( whom I now Of force believe Almighty , since no less Than such could have o'erpower'd such force as ...
... soon returns , 140 Though all our glory extinct , and happy state Here swallow'd up in endless misery . But what if he our Conqueror ( whom I now Of force believe Almighty , since no less Than such could have o'erpower'd such force as ...
עמוד 10
... , in all assaults Their surest signal , they will soon resume 275 New courage and revive ; though now they lie Groveling and prostrate on yon lake of fire , 280 As we erewhile , astounded and amazed : No wonder 10 B. 1 . PARADISE LOST .
... , in all assaults Their surest signal , they will soon resume 275 New courage and revive ; though now they lie Groveling and prostrate on yon lake of fire , 280 As we erewhile , astounded and amazed : No wonder 10 B. 1 . PARADISE LOST .
עמוד 12
... soon obey'd ; Innumerable . As when the potent rod Of Amram's son , in Egypt's evil day , Waved round the coast , up call'd a pitchy cloud Of locusts , warping on the eastern wind , That o'er the realm of impious Pharaoh hung Like night ...
... soon obey'd ; Innumerable . As when the potent rod Of Amram's son , in Egypt's evil day , Waved round the coast , up call'd a pitchy cloud Of locusts , warping on the eastern wind , That o'er the realm of impious Pharaoh hung Like night ...
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...