Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve BooksPhillips, Sampsons, & Company, 1850 - 294 עמודים |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 100
עמוד 3
... deep . Which action passed over , the Poem hastens into the midst of things , presenting Satan with his Angels now falling into Hell , described here , not in the centre ( for Heaven and Earth may be supposed as yet not made , certainly ...
... deep . Which action passed over , the Poem hastens into the midst of things , presenting Satan with his Angels now falling into Hell , described here , not in the centre ( for Heaven and Earth may be supposed as yet not made , certainly ...
עמוד 4
... deep tract of Hell ; say first , what cause Moved our grand Parents , in that happy state , Favour'd of Heaven so highly , to fall off From their Creator , and transgress his will For one restraint , lords of the world besides ? Who ...
... deep tract of Hell ; say first , what cause Moved our grand Parents , in that happy state , Favour'd of Heaven so highly , to fall off From their Creator , and transgress his will For one restraint , lords of the world besides ? Who ...
עמוד 7
... deep ; 150 What can it then avail , though yet we feel Strength undiminish'd , or eternal being , To undergo eternal punishment ? 155 Whereto with speedy words the Archfiend replied . Fallen cherub ! to be weak is miserable , Doing or ...
... deep ; 150 What can it then avail , though yet we feel Strength undiminish'd , or eternal being , To undergo eternal punishment ? 155 Whereto with speedy words the Archfiend replied . Fallen cherub ! to be weak is miserable , Doing or ...
עמוד 8
... deep Let us not slip the occasion , whether scorn , Or satiate fury , yield it from our Foe . 175 Seest thou yon dreary plain , forlorn and wild , The seat of desolation , void of light , 180 Save what the glimmering of these livid ...
... deep Let us not slip the occasion , whether scorn , Or satiate fury , yield it from our Foe . 175 Seest thou yon dreary plain , forlorn and wild , The seat of desolation , void of light , 180 Save what the glimmering of these livid ...
עמוד 11
... deep Of Hell resounded ! Princes , Potentates , 315 Warriors , the flower of Heaven ! once yours , now lost , If such astonishment as this can seize Eternal Spirits ; or have ye chosen this place After the toil of battle to repose Your ...
... deep Of Hell resounded ! Princes , Potentates , 315 Warriors , the flower of Heaven ! once yours , now lost , If such astonishment as this can seize Eternal Spirits ; or have ye chosen this place After the toil of battle to repose Your ...
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
Adam adore ambition ambrosial Angels Archangel art thou behold beneath bless'd bliss breast call'd celestial Cherub Cherubim cloud dark days of Heaven death deep Deity delight divine dread dust dwell earth eternal ethereal evil fair Fair Angel fate Father fear fire flame fruit glorious glory Godhead Gods guilt happy hast hath heart Heaven heavenly Hell hope hour human immortal know'st labour light live Lorenzo man's mankind mind mortal Nature Nature's night nought numbers o'er Omnipotence ordain'd pain Paradise PARADISE LOST pass'd peace pleasure praise pride proud rapture Reason reign return'd rise round sapience Satan scape scene seem'd Seraph Serpent shade shines sight skies smile song soon soul spake Spirits stars stood sweet taste thee thence thine things thought throne thyself truth turn'd vex'd virtue whence wing wisdom wise wonder
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 15 - Thammuz came next behind, Whose annual wound in Lebanon allured The Syrian damsels to lament his fate In amorous ditties all a summer's day, While smooth Adonis from his native rock 450 Ran purple to the sea, supposed with blood Of Thammuz yearly wounded...
עמוד 6 - What though the field be lost? All is not lost; the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield: And what is else not to be overcome?
עמוד 107 - 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 107 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ! thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair : thyself how wondrous then, Unspeakable ! who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
עמוד 33 - A pillar of state ; deep on his front engraven Deliberation sat, and public care ; And princely counsel in his face yet shone Majestic, though in ruin : sage he stood, With Atlantean shoulders fit to bear The weight of mightiest monarchies ; his look Drew audience and attention still as night, Or summer's noontide air...
עמוד 81 - Out of the fertile ground he caused to grow All trees of noblest kind for sight, smell, taste; And all amid them stood the Tree of Life, High eminent, blooming ambrosial fruit Of vegetable gold ; and next to life, 220 Our death, the Tree of Knowledge, grew fast by, Knowledge of good bought dear by knowing ill.
עמוד 57 - He and his faithless progeny. Whose fault ? Whose but his own ? Ingrate, he had of me All he could have ; I made him just and right, Sufficient to have stood, though free to fall. Such I created all the ethereal powers And spirits, both them who stood, and them who fail'd ; Freely they stood who stood, and fell who fell.
עמוד 129 - Against revolted multitudes the cause Of truth, in word mightier than they in arms ; And for the testimony of truth hast borne Universal reproach, far worse to bear Than violence ; for this was all thy care, To stand approved in sight of God, though worlds Judged thee perverse.
עמוד 77 - Me miserable ! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair? Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep Still threatening to devour me opens wide, To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven.
עמוד 77 - Omnipotent. Ay me ! they little know How dearly I abide that boast so vain, Under what torments inwardly I groan. While they adore me on the throne of Hell, With diadem and...