Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books. The Last Edition. The Author John Milton

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Page 26 - Wholesome, and cool, and mild, but with black air Accompanied; with damps and dreadful gloom; Which to his evil conscience represented All things with double terror : on the ground Outstretch'd he lay ; on the cold ground; and oft Curs'd his creation ; death as oft accus'd Of tardy execution, since denounc'd The day of his offence. « Why comes not death, (Said he) with one thrice-acceptable stroke To end me?
Page 25 - To Satan only like both crime and doom. 0 Conscience, into what Abyss of fears And horrors hast thou driv'n me ; out of which 1 find no way, from deep to deeper plung'd ! Thus Adam to himself lamented loud Through the still Night, not now, as ere man fell.
Page 22 - Did I request Thee, Maker, from my clay To mould me man ? Did I solicit Thee From darkness to promote me, or here place In this .delicious garden ? As my will Concurr'd not to my being, it were but right And equal to reduce me to my dust, Desirous to resign and render back All I receiv'd...
Page 85 - They looking back, all th' eastern side beheld Of paradise, so late their happy seat, Wav'd over by that flaming brand, the gate With dreadful faces throng'd, and fiery arms : Some natural tears they dropt ; but wip'd them soon.
Page 45 - Present, and of his presence many a sign Still following thee, still compassing thee round With goodness and paternal love, his face Express, and of his steps the track divine.
Page 31 - What better can we do, than, to the place Repairing where he judged us, prostrate fall Before him reverent, and there confess Humbly our faults, and pardon beg, with tears Watering the ground, and with our sighs the air Frequenting, sent from hearts contrite, in sign Of sorrow unfeign'd and humiliation meek?
Page 45 - In yonder nether world where shall I seek His bright appearances, or foot-step trace ? For though I fled Him angry, yet, recall'd To life prolong'd and promis'd race, I now Gladly behold though but His utmost skirts Of glory ; and far off His steps adore.
Page 51 - There is, said Michael, if thou well observe The rule of not too much, by temperance taught In what thou eat'st and drink'st, seeking from thence Due nourishment, not gluttonous delight, Till many years over thy head return : So mayst thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop Into thy mother's lap, or be with ease Gather'd, not harshly pluck'd, for death mature. This is old age...
Page 52 - To what thou hast, and for the air of youth Hopeful and cheerful in thy blood will reign A melancholy damp of cold and dry, To weigh thy spirits down, and last consume The balm of life.
Page 21 - And fish with fish ; to graze the herb all leaving, Devour'd each other ; nor stood much in awe Of Man, but fled him, or with count'nance grim Glar'd on him passing. These were from without The growing miseries, which Adam saw...

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