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155 Whereto with speedy words the Archfiend replied . Fallen cherub ! to be
weak is miserable , Doing or suffering : but of this be sure , To do aught good
never will be our task , But ever to do ill our sole delight , 160 As being the
contrary to his ...
155 Whereto with speedy words the Archfiend replied . Fallen cherub ! to be
weak is miserable , Doing or suffering : but of this be sure , To do aught good
never will be our task , But ever to do ill our sole delight , 160 As being the
contrary to his ...
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To yonder gates ? through them I mean to pass , That be assured , without leave
ask ' d of thee : Retire or taste thy folly ; and learn by proof , Hell - born ! not to
contend with Spirits of heaven . To whom the Goblin full of wrath replied : Art thou
...
To yonder gates ? through them I mean to pass , That be assured , without leave
ask ' d of thee : Retire or taste thy folly ; and learn by proof , Hell - born ! not to
contend with Spirits of heaven . To whom the Goblin full of wrath replied : Art thou
...
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To whom thus the Portress of Hell - gate replied : Hast thou forgot me then , and
do I seem Now in thine eye so foul ? once deem ' d so fair In Heaven , when at
the assembly , and in sight Of all the Seraphim with thee combined In bold ...
To whom thus the Portress of Hell - gate replied : Hast thou forgot me then , and
do I seem Now in thine eye so foul ? once deem ' d so fair In Heaven , when at
the assembly , and in sight Of all the Seraphim with thee combined In bold ...
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To whom the great Creator thus replied : 165 Son of my bosom , Son who art
alone My word , my wisdom , and effectual might , 170 All hast thou spoken as my
thoughts are , all As my eternal purpose hath decreed ; Man shall not quite be
lost ...
To whom the great Creator thus replied : 165 Son of my bosom , Son who art
alone My word , my wisdom , and effectual might , 170 All hast thou spoken as my
thoughts are , all As my eternal purpose hath decreed ; Man shall not quite be
lost ...
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Admiration seized All Heaven , what this might mean , and whither tend ,
Wondering ; but soon the Almighty thus replied : O thou in Heaven anru Earth the
only peace Found out for mankind under wrath ! O thou 275 My sole
complacence ! well ...
Admiration seized All Heaven , what this might mean , and whither tend ,
Wondering ; but soon the Almighty thus replied : O thou in Heaven anru Earth the
only peace Found out for mankind under wrath ! O thou 275 My sole
complacence ! well ...
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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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