Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books. The Author John Milton, Volume 1J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper, A. Ward, S. Birt, C. Hitch, B. Dod [and 5 others in London], 1746 - 378 pages |
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... the ways of God to men . Say first , ( for heav'n hides nothing from thy view , Nor
the deep tract of hell ) say first what cause Mov'd our grand Parents , in that
happy state Favour'd of heav'n so highly , to fall off 30 B2 Book 1. PARADISE
LOST .
... the ways of God to men . Say first , ( for heav'n hides nothing from thy view , Nor
the deep tract of hell ) say first what cause Mov'd our grand Parents , in that
happy state Favour'd of heav'n so highly , to fall off 30 B2 Book 1. PARADISE
LOST .
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Favour'd of heav'n so highly , to fall off 30 From their Creator , and transgress His
will For one restraint , lords of the world besides ? Who first seduc'd them to that
foul revolt ? Th'infernal serpent ! he it was , whose guile , Stirr'd up with envy ...
Favour'd of heav'n so highly , to fall off 30 From their Creator , and transgress His
will For one restraint , lords of the world besides ? Who first seduc'd them to that
foul revolt ? Th'infernal serpent ! he it was , whose guile , Stirr'd up with envy ...
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Such place eternal justice had prepar'd For those rebellious ; here their prison
ordain'd , In utter darkness ; and their portion fet As far remov'd from God , and
light of heav'n , As from the centre thrice to th'utmost Pole . O how unlike the place
...
Such place eternal justice had prepar'd For those rebellious ; here their prison
ordain'd , In utter darkness ; and their portion fet As far remov'd from God , and
light of heav'n , As from the centre thrice to th'utmost Pole . O how unlike the place
...
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... And to the fierce contention brought along Innumerable force of spirits arm'd ,
That durft dinike his reign : and me preferring , His utmost pow'r with adverse pow
'r oppos'd , In dubious battel on the plains of heav'n , And Thook his throne .
... And to the fierce contention brought along Innumerable force of spirits arm'd ,
That durft dinike his reign : and me preferring , His utmost pow'r with adverse pow
'r oppos'd , In dubious battel on the plains of heav'n , And Thook his throne .
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120 We may , with more successful hope , resolve To wage by force or guile
eternal war , Irreconcileable to our grand foe : Who now triumphs , and in th'
excess of joy Sole reigning , holds the tyranny of heav'n . So spake th'apostate
Angel ...
120 We may , with more successful hope , resolve To wage by force or guile
eternal war , Irreconcileable to our grand foe : Who now triumphs , and in th'
excess of joy Sole reigning , holds the tyranny of heav'n . So spake th'apostate
Angel ...
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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 againſt Angels arms battel behold bounds bring cloud command created dark darkneſs death deeds deep delight divine dread earth equal eternal evil eyes fair fall Father fear fell field fierce fight fire firſt force fruit gates glory Gods gold grace half hand happy haſt hath head heav'n hell hill himſelf hope King laſt leſs light live look mind morn moſt muſt nature never night o'er once pain Paradiſe perhaps pow'r praiſe rage receive reign reſt riſe round Satan ſeat ſeem'd ſeems ſelf ſhall ſhape ſide ſince ſome ſons ſoon ſpake ſpirits ſtand ſtate ſtill ſtood ſuch ſun ſweet taſte thee thence theſe things thoſe thou thoughts thro throne Tree voice whence whoſe wide winds wings worſe
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Page 23 - Arch-Angel : but his face Deep scars of thunder had intrench'd ; and care Sat on his faded cheek, but under brows Of dauntless courage, and considerate pride Waiting revenge : cruel his eye, but cast Signs of remorse and passion, to behold The fellows of his crime, the followers rather (Far other once beheld in bliss), condemn'd For ever now to have their lot in pain...
Page 153 - Hear, all ye angels, progeny of light, Thrones, dominations, princedoms, virtues, powers ; Hear my decree, which unrevoked shall stand. This day I have begot whom I declare My only Son, and on this holy hill Him have anointed, whom ye now behold At my right hand; your head I him appoint; And by myself have sworn, to him shall bow All knees in heaven, and shall confess him Lord...
Page 105 - Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose : Another side, umbrageous grots and caves Of cool recess, o'er which the mantling vine Lays forth her purple grape, and gently creeps Luxuriant; meanwhile murmuring waters fall Down the slope hills, dispersed, or in a lake, That to the fringed bank with myrtle crown'd Her crystal mirror holds, unite their streams.
Page 133 - Awake: the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us; we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended plants, how blows the citron grove, What drops the myrrh, and what the balmy reed, How Nature paints her colours, how the bee Sits on the bloom, extracting liquid sweet.
Page 195 - So spake the Son, and into terror changed His countenance, too severe to be beheld, And full of wrath bent on his enemies. At once the four spread out their starry wings With dreadful shade contiguous, and the orbs Of his fierce chariot roll'd, as with the sound Of torrent floods, or of a numerous host.
Page 111 - O thou, for whom And from whom I was form'd, flesh of thy flesh, And without whom am to no end ; my guide And head ! what thou hast said is just and right. For we to him, indeed, all praises owe, And daily thanks ; I chiefly, who enjoy So far the happier lot, enjoying thee Pre-eminent by so much odds, while thou Like consort to thyself canst no where find.
Page 15 - God's high sufferance for the trial of man By falsities and lies the greatest part Of mankind they corrupted to forsake God their Creator, and the...
Page 100 - Short intermission bought with double smart. This knows my Punisher ; therefore as far From granting he, as I from begging, peace. All hope excluded thus, behold...
Page 105 - If true, here only, and of delicious taste : Betwixt them lawns, or level downs, and flocks Grazing the tender herb, were interposed ; Or palmy hillock, or the flowery lap Of some irriguous valley spread her store, Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose...
Page 139 - Air, and ye Elements, the eldest birth Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our Great Maker still new praise.
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| Title | Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books. The Author John Milton, Volume 1 Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books. The Author John Milton, John Milton |
| Author | John Milton |
| Publisher | J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper, A. Ward, S. Birt, C. Hitch, B. Dod [and 5 others in London], 1746 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 26 Sep 2006 |
| Length | 378 pages |
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