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The Works of the English Poets. with Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, by ...
English Poets,Samuel Johnson
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Abdiel Adam almighty Angels answer'd appear'd arm'd arms battel Beelzebub behold Belial bliss bright burning lake call'd celestial chariot Cherub Cherubim Cleombrotus clouds created creatures dark deep delight divine dread dwell eternal evil eyes fair Fair Angel faithsul fall'n Father Fiend flaming flow'rs form'd fruit gates glory Gods gold golden grace hand happy hath Heav'n and Earth heav'nly Hell highth hill host insinite Ithuriel join'd king know'st less light Messiah morn mov'd night o'er ordain'd pain PARADISE LOST pass'd plac'd pleas'd pow'r praise rage rais'd reign reply'd return'd round Satan seem'd Seraph sield sierce siery sight sill'd sire sirm sirmament sirst six'd soon sovran spake Spi'rits stars stood sweet taste Thammuz thee thence thine things thither thoughts throne thyself tow'ard tree turn'd Uriel vex'd voice walk'd wand'ring whence wide wings Zephon
Page 13 - Here we may reign secure, and, in my choice, To reign is worth ambition, though in hell: Better to reign in hell, than serve in heaven.
Page 102 - O thou that, with surpassing glory crown'd, Look'st from thy sole dominion, like the god Of this new world, at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminish'd 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 74 - Thee I revisit safe, And feel thy sovran vital lamp ; but thou Revisit'st not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs, Or dim suffusion veiled.
Page 102 - Ah, wherefore! he deserved no such return From me, whom he created what I was In that bright eminence, and with his good Upbraided none; nor was his service hard.
Page 222 - The tawny lion, pawing to get free His hinder parts ; then springs, as broke from bonds, And rampant...
Page 240 - Tell, if ye saw, how came I thus, how here ? Not of myself; by some great Maker then, In goodness and in power pre-eminent : Tell me how may I know him, how adore, From whom I have that thus I move and live, And feel that I am happier than I know...
Page 57 - And shook a dreadful dart: what seemed his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on. Satan was now at hand, and from his seat The monster moving onward came as fast With horrid strides; Hell trembled as he strode.
Page 144 - Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels; for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in Heaven, On earth join, all ye creatures, to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Page 110 - The birds their quire apply ; airs, vernal airs, Breathing the smell of field and grove, attune The trembling leaves, while universal Pan, Knit with the Graces and the Hours in dance, Led on the eternal Spring.