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All these and more came flocking ; but with looks Downcast and damp ; yet such
wherein appear ' d Obscure some glimpse of joy , to have found their Chief Not in
despair , to have found themselves not lost 525 In loss itself : which on his ...
All these and more came flocking ; but with looks Downcast and damp ; yet such
wherein appear ' d Obscure some glimpse of joy , to have found their Chief Not in
despair , to have found themselves not lost 525 In loss itself : which on his ...
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... new risen , Looks through the horizontal misty air 595 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 . Darkend so , yet shone
Above ...
... new risen , Looks through the horizontal misty air 595 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 . Darkend so , yet shone
Above ...
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Mammon led them on , Mammon , the least erected Spirit that fell ( thoughts From
Heaven ; for e ' en in Heaven his looks and Were always downward bent ,
admiring more 682 The riches of Heaven ' s pavement , trodden gold , Than
ought ...
Mammon led them on , Mammon , the least erected Spirit that fell ( thoughts From
Heaven ; for e ' en in Heaven his looks and Were always downward bent ,
admiring more 682 The riches of Heaven ' s pavement , trodden gold , Than
ought ...
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... heaven , And with perpetual inroads to alarm , Though inaccessible , his fatal
throne : Which , if not victory , is yet revenge . , · 105 · He ended frowning , and his
look denounced Desperate revenge , and battle dangerous To less than Gods .
... heaven , And with perpetual inroads to alarm , Though inaccessible , his fatal
throne : Which , if not victory , is yet revenge . , · 105 · He ended frowning , and his
look denounced Desperate revenge , and battle dangerous To less than Gods .
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... aad public care ; And princely counsel in his face yet shone , Majestic though
in ruin : sage he stood 305 With Atlantean shoulders fit to bare The weight of
mightiest monarchies ; his look Drew audience and attention still as night Or
summer ...
... aad public care ; And princely counsel in his face yet shone , Majestic though
in ruin : sage he stood 305 With Atlantean shoulders fit to bare The weight of
mightiest monarchies ; his look Drew audience and attention still as night Or
summer ...
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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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