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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 ; & That glory never shall his wrath or might Extort from
me ...
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 ; & That glory never shall his wrath or might Extort from
me ...
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Farewell , happy fields , Where joy for ever dwells ! Hail horrors ! hail , 250
Infernal world ! And thou , profoundest Hell , Receive thy new possessor ! one
who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time : The mind is its own place
, and in ...
Farewell , happy fields , Where joy for ever dwells ! Hail horrors ! hail , 250
Infernal world ! And thou , profoundest Hell , Receive thy new possessor ! one
who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time : The mind is its own place
, and in ...
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... or who with Saturn old Fled over Adria to the Hesperian fields , 520 And o ' er
the Celtic roam ' d the utmost isles . All these and more came flocking ; but with
looks Downcast and damp ; yet such wherein appear ' d Obscure some glimpse
of ...
... or who with Saturn old Fled over Adria to the Hesperian fields , 520 And o ' er
the Celtic roam ' d the utmost isles . All these and more came flocking ; but with
looks Downcast and damp ; yet such wherein appear ' d Obscure some glimpse
of ...
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Thither , wing ' d with speerl , A numerous brigade hasten ' d : as when bands
675 Of pioneers , with spade and pickaxe arm ' d , Forerun the royal camp , to
trench a field , Or cast a rampart . Mammon led them on , Mammon , the least
erected ...
Thither , wing ' d with speerl , A numerous brigade hasten ' d : as when bands
675 Of pioneers , with spade and pickaxe arm ' d , Forerun the royal camp , to
trench a field , Or cast a rampart . Mammon led them on , Mammon , the least
erected ...
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... the gates 761 And porches wide , but chief the spacious hall ( Though like a
cover ' d field , where champions bold Wont ride in arm d and at the Soldan ' s
chair Defied the best of Panim chivalry 765 To mortal combat , or career with
lance ...
... the gates 761 And porches wide , but chief the spacious hall ( Though like a
cover ' d field , where champions bold Wont ride in arm d and at the Soldan ' s
chair Defied the best of Panim chivalry 765 To mortal combat , or career with
lance ...
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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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