Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve BooksT. Longman, P. Law, 1795 - 345 עמודים |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-4 מתוך 4
עמוד 2
... rise , their numbers , array of battle , their chief leaders named , according to the idols known afterwards in Canaan and the countries adjoining . To thefe Satan directs his speech , comforts them with hope yet of regaining Heaven ...
... rise , their numbers , array of battle , their chief leaders named , according to the idols known afterwards in Canaan and the countries adjoining . To thefe Satan directs his speech , comforts them with hope yet of regaining Heaven ...
עמוד 106
... rise ; Left total darkness should by night regain Her old poffeffion , and extinguish life 665 670 In nature and all things , which thefe foft fires Not only ' enlighten , but with kindly heat Of various influence foment and warm ...
... rise ; Left total darkness should by night regain Her old poffeffion , and extinguish life 665 670 In nature and all things , which thefe foft fires Not only ' enlighten , but with kindly heat Of various influence foment and warm ...
עמוד 153
... rise in arms ; Who out of fmalleft things could without end Have rais'd inceffant armies to defeat Thy folly ; or with folitary hand Reaching beyond all limit , at one blow 140 Unaided could have finish'd thee , and whelm'd Thy legions ...
... rise in arms ; Who out of fmalleft things could without end Have rais'd inceffant armies to defeat Thy folly ; or with folitary hand Reaching beyond all limit , at one blow 140 Unaided could have finish'd thee , and whelm'd Thy legions ...
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Adam afcend againſt alſo Angel appear'd arm'd beaſt beft behold beſt blifs bright call'd Cherubim darkneſs death deep defire delight divine earth elfe erft eternal evil eyes facred fafe faid fair feat feek feem'd feems fhall fide fight fince fire firft firſt fleep fome fons foon foul fpake fruit ftill ftood fuch fweet glory hath Heav'n heav'nly Hell hill himſelf hoft juft juſt king laft laſt lefs light loft moſt muft muſt night o'er pain Paradife PARADISE LOST pleas'd pleaſant pleaſure pow'r praiſe rais'd reaſon reft reply'd return'd rife rofe round Satan ſeems Serpent ſhall ſhape ſhould ſpeed Spirits ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtill ſtood ſuch ſweet tafte taſte thee thefe themſelves thence theſe thine things thofe thoſe thou thoughts throne tree turn'd vex'd whofe whoſe wings worfe worſe