The Paradise Lost of Milton, Volume 1Septimus Prowett, 1827 - 24 pages |
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... hill Delight thee more , and Siloa's brook that flowed Fast by the oracle of God ; I thence Invoke thy aid to my adventurous song , That with no middle flight intends to soar Above the Aonian mount , while it pursues 1 8 Things ...
... hill Delight thee more , and Siloa's brook that flowed Fast by the oracle of God ; I thence Invoke thy aid to my adventurous song , That with no middle flight intends to soar Above the Aonian mount , while it pursues 1 8 Things ...
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... hill Torn from Pelorus , or the shattered side Of thundering Ętna , whose combustible And fuelled entrails thence conceiving fire , Sublimed with mineral fury , aid the winds , And leave a singed bottom all involved With stench and ...
... hill Torn from Pelorus , or the shattered side Of thundering Ętna , whose combustible And fuelled entrails thence conceiving fire , Sublimed with mineral fury , aid the winds , And leave a singed bottom all involved With stench and ...
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... hills , to be the mast Of some great ammiral , were but a wand , He walked with , to support uneasy steps Over the burning marle , not like those steps On Heaven's azure ; and the torrid clime Smote on him sore besides , vaulted with ...
... hills , to be the mast Of some great ammiral , were but a wand , He walked with , to support uneasy steps Over the burning marle , not like those steps On Heaven's azure ; and the torrid clime Smote on him sore besides , vaulted with ...
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... hill ; and made his grove The pleasant valley of Hinnom , Tophet thence And black Gehenna called , the type of hell . Next , Chemos , the óbscene dread of Moab's sons , 381 389 398 406 From Aroer to Nebo , and the wild 407 Of 18 [ BOOK ...
... hill ; and made his grove The pleasant valley of Hinnom , Tophet thence And black Gehenna called , the type of hell . Next , Chemos , the óbscene dread of Moab's sons , 381 389 398 406 From Aroer to Nebo , and the wild 407 Of 18 [ BOOK ...
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... hill of scandal , by the grove Of Moloch homicide ; lust hard by hate ; Till good Josiah drove them thence to Hell . With these came they , who , from the bordering flood Of old Euphrates to the brook that parts Egypt from Syrian ground ...
... hill of scandal , by the grove Of Moloch homicide ; lust hard by hate ; Till good Josiah drove them thence to Hell . With these came they , who , from the bordering flood Of old Euphrates to the brook that parts Egypt from Syrian ground ...
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Page 138 - 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 starlight, without thee is sweet.
Page 13 - 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 itself Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.
Page 162 - Ye mists and exhalations, that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky, or gray, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the world's great Author rise...
Page 139 - Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep. All these with ceaseless praise his works behold, Both day and night. How often, from the steep Of echoing hill or thicket have we heard Celestial voices to the midnight air, Sole, or responsive each to others...
Page 136 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Page 114 - O thou that, with surpassing glory crowned, Look'st from thy sole dominion like the god Of this new World — at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminished heads — to thee I call, But with no friendly voice, and add thy name, 0 Sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams, That bring to my remembrance from what state 1 fell, how glorious once above thy sphere...
Page 81 - Whose fountain who shall tell ? Before the Sun, Before the Heavens, thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle, didst invest The rising World of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless Infinite...
Page 138 - 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 mild...
Page 83 - And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. So much the rather thou, celestial Light Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate, there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight.
Page 161 - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, , Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise Him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.