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45 With hideous ruin and combustion , down To bottomless perdition ; there to
dwell In adamantine chains and penal fire , Who durst defy the Omnipotent to
arms . Nine times the space that measures day and night 50 % To mortal men ,
he ...
45 With hideous ruin and combustion , down To bottomless perdition ; there to
dwell In adamantine chains and penal fire , Who durst defy the Omnipotent to
arms . Nine times the space that measures day and night 50 % To mortal men ,
he ...
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To bow and sue for grace With suppliant knee , and deify lris power , Who from
the terror of this arm so late ' Doubted his ... the strength of Gods And this
empyreal substance cannot fail ; Since through experience of this great event In
arms not ...
To bow and sue for grace With suppliant knee , and deify lris power , Who from
the terror of this arm so late ' Doubted his ... the strength of Gods And this
empyreal substance cannot fail ; Since through experience of this great event In
arms not ...
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... or once more With rallied arms to try what may be yet Regain ' d in Heaven , or
what more lost in Hell ? 270 So Satan spake ; and him Beelzebub Thus answer '
d . Leader of those armies bright , Which but the Omnipotent none could have ...
... or once more With rallied arms to try what may be yet Regain ' d in Heaven , or
what more lost in Hell ? 270 So Satan spake ; and him Beelzebub Thus answer '
d . Leader of those armies bright , Which but the Omnipotent none could have ...
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... d 300 His legions , Angel forms , who lay entranced Thick as autumnal leaves
that strow the brooks , In Vallambrosa , where the Etrurian shades , High
overarch ' d , imbower ; or scatter ' d sedge Afloat , when with fierce winds Orion
arm ' d ...
... d 300 His legions , Angel forms , who lay entranced Thick as autumnal leaves
that strow the brooks , In Vallambrosa , where the Etrurian shades , High
overarch ' d , imbower ; or scatter ' d sedge Afloat , when with fierce winds Orion
arm ' d ...
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After the toil of battle to repose Your wearicd virtue , for the ease you find . worn
Or in this abject posture have ye sworn To adore the Conqueror ! who now
beholds Cherub and Seraph rolling in the flood , With scatter ' d arms and
ensigns ; till ...
After the toil of battle to repose Your wearicd virtue , for the ease you find . worn
Or in this abject posture have ye sworn To adore the Conqueror ! who now
beholds Cherub and Seraph rolling in the flood , With scatter ' d arms and
ensigns ; till ...
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User Review - VivalaErin - LibraryThingThe shortest answer is: John Milton was a poetic genius. PL is so beautiful, you can't help but feel for Adam and Eve. Even Satan is a great character - he so wants to be an epic hero. This poem is a masterpiece, and he wrote it completely blind. Beautiful, absolutely amazing. Read full review
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User Review - StefanY - LibraryThingHistorical significance and beautifully descriptive prose aside, I couldn't get into this book at all. Maybe it's too much familiarity with the plot or the inevitability of the impending doom of the ... Read full review
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Adam Angels arms beast behold bliss bounds bright bring callid cloud created creatures dark death deep delight divine dread dwell Earth equal eternal evil eyes fair faith fall Father fear fell field fire flowers force fruit gates glory Gods grace hand happy hast hath head heard heart Heaven heavenly Hell hill hope judge King land leave less light live look lost mind morn move nature never night once pain Paradise peace perhaps raised reason receive reign replied rest rise round Satan seat seek seem'd Serpent shape side sight sons soon sound spake Spirits stand stars stood sweet taste thee thence things thou thoughts throne till tree voice wide winds wings wonder
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Page 107 - Rising or falling still advance his praise. 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.
Page 91 - When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening
Page 32 - 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, while thus he spake: " Thrones, and imperial powers, offspring of heaven, Ethereal virtues!
Page 54 - 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...
Page 4 - 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...
Page 91 - With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon, And these the gems of Heaven her starry train : But neither breath of Morn when she ascends With charm of earliest birds ; nor rising sun On this delightful land ; nor herb, fruit, flower, Glistering with dew ; nor fragrance, after showers ; Nor grateful evening mild ; nor silent Night, With this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon, Or glittering star-light, without thee is sweet.
Page 12 - He scarce had ceased, when the superior fiend Was moving toward the shore ; his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast ; the broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views At evening from the top of Fesole Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
Page 49 - 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.
Page 80 - Down the steep glade, and met the nether flood, Which from his darksome passage now appears : And now, divided into four main streams, Runs diverse, wandering many a famous realm And country...
Page 12 - Over the burning marie, not like those steps On heaven's azure ; and the torrid clime Smote on him sore besides, vaulted with fire.
Bibliographic information
| Title | Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve Books |
| Author | John Milton |
| Publisher | T. Bedlington, 1826 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 28 Feb 2008 |
| Length | 294 pages |
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