Paradise Lost: With Notes, Selected from Newton and Others, to which is Prefixed, The Life of the Author. With a Critical Dissertation, on the Poetical Works of Milton, and Observations on His Language and Versification, Volumes 1-2J. Parsons, 1796 |
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... light On the firm brimstone , and fill all the plain ; 35 ° A multitude , like which the pop❜lous north Pour'd never from her frozen loins , to pass Rhene or the Denaw , when her barb'rous sons Came like a deluge on the south , and ...
... light On the firm brimstone , and fill all the plain ; 35 ° A multitude , like which the pop❜lous north Pour'd never from her frozen loins , to pass Rhene or the Denaw , when her barb'rous sons Came like a deluge on the south , and ...
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... light . First Moloch , horrid king , besmear'd with blood Of human sacrifice , and parents ' tears , Though for the noise of drums and timbrels loud Their childrens cries unheard , that pass'd thro ' fire To his grim idol . Him the ...
... light . First Moloch , horrid king , besmear'd with blood Of human sacrifice , and parents ' tears , Though for the noise of drums and timbrels loud Their childrens cries unheard , that pass'd thro ' fire To his grim idol . Him the ...
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... light As from a sky . The hasty multitude 730 Admiring enter'd ; and the work some praise , And some the architect . His hand was known In Heav'n by many a tow'r'd structure high , Where scepter'd Angels held their residence , And sat ...
... light As from a sky . The hasty multitude 730 Admiring enter'd ; and the work some praise , And some the architect . His hand was known In Heav'n by many a tow'r'd structure high , Where scepter'd Angels held their residence , And sat ...
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... night , Scorning surprise . Or could we break our way . By force , and at our heels all Hell should rise With blackest insurrection , to confound 136 Heav'n's purest light , yet our Great Enemy , All BOOK II . 37 PARADISE LOST .
... night , Scorning surprise . Or could we break our way . By force , and at our heels all Hell should rise With blackest insurrection , to confound 136 Heav'n's purest light , yet our Great Enemy , All BOOK II . 37 PARADISE LOST .
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... light , yet our Great Enemy , All incorruptible , would on his throne Sit unpolluted , and th ' ethereal mould Incapable of stain would soon expel Her mischief , and purge off the baser fire Victorious . Thus repuls'd , our final hope ...
... light , yet our Great Enemy , All incorruptible , would on his throne Sit unpolluted , and th ' ethereal mould Incapable of stain would soon expel Her mischief , and purge off the baser fire Victorious . Thus repuls'd , our final hope ...
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Page 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 Heav'nly 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 Heav'ns and Earth Rose out of Chaos...
Page 23 - Arch-Angel ruin'd, and the excess Of glory obscured : as when the sun, new risen, Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams; or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
Page xix - The Tenure of Kings and Magistrates PROVING THAT IT IS LAWFUL, AND HATH BEEN HELD SO THROUGH ALL AGES, FOR ANY WHO HAVE THE POWER TO CALL TO ACCOUNT A TYRANT, OR WICKED KING, AND AFTER DUE CONVICTION TO DEPOSE AND PUT HIM TO DEATH, IF THE ORDINARY MAGISTRATE HAVE NEGLECTED OR DENIED TO DO IT.
Page 74 - Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song...
Page 9 - And reassembling our afflicted powers, Consult how we may henceforth most offend Our enemy, our own loss how repair, How overcome this dire calamity, What reinforcement we may gain from hope, 190 If not what resolution from despair.
Page 74 - Those other two, equalled with me in fate So were I equalled with them in renown, Blind Thamyris, and blind Maeonides, And Tiresias and Phineus prophets old. Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note...
Page 10 - Created hugest that swim the ocean stream: Him, haply, slumbering on the Norway foam, The pilot of some small night-founder'd skiff Deeming some island, oft, as seamen tell, With fixed anchor in his scaly rind Moors by his side under the lee, while night Invests the sea, and wished morn delays...
Page 104 - What feign'd submission swore? Ease would recant Vows made in pain, as violent and void. For never can true reconcilement grow, Where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep...
Page 103 - 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.
Page 74 - Tunes her nocturnal note : thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me...