Paradise Regain'd: A Poem, in Four Books. To which is Added Samson Agonistes: and Poems Upon Several Occasions, with a Tractate of Education. The Author John MiltonJ. and R. Tonson and S. Draper; and for T. and T. Longman, S. Birt, C. Hitch and L. Hawes, R. Ware [and 4 others in London], 1753 - 350 sider |
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... true worth Can raise them , though above example high ; By matchless deeds express thy matchless Sire . For know , thou art no son of mortal man ; Though men esteem thee low of parentage , 235 Thy Thy father is th ' eternal King who ...
... true worth Can raise them , though above example high ; By matchless deeds express thy matchless Sire . For know , thou art no son of mortal man ; Though men esteem thee low of parentage , 235 Thy Thy father is th ' eternal King who ...
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... true , I am that Spirit unfortunate , [ guis'd . Who leagu'd with millions more in rash revolt Kept not my happy ftation , but was driven With them from blifs to the bottomlefs deep , Yet to that hideous place not so confin'd By rigor ...
... true , I am that Spirit unfortunate , [ guis'd . Who leagu'd with millions more in rash revolt Kept not my happy ftation , but was driven With them from blifs to the bottomlefs deep , Yet to that hideous place not so confin'd By rigor ...
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... true Among the nations ? that hath been thy craft , By mixing fomewhat true to vent more lies . But what have been thy anfwers , what but dark , Ambiguous and with double fenfe deluding , 435 Which they who ask'd have seldom understood ...
... true Among the nations ? that hath been thy craft , By mixing fomewhat true to vent more lies . But what have been thy anfwers , what but dark , Ambiguous and with double fenfe deluding , 435 Which they who ask'd have seldom understood ...
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... Are few , and glory fcarce of few is rais'd . This is true glory and renown , when God 69 Looking on th ' earth , with approbation marks The The just man , and divulges him through Heaven To 38 PARADISE REGAIN'D . Book III .
... Are few , and glory fcarce of few is rais'd . This is true glory and renown , when God 69 Looking on th ' earth , with approbation marks The The just man , and divulges him through Heaven To 38 PARADISE REGAIN'D . Book III .
Side 39
... true applaufe Recount his praises : thus he did to Job , When to extend his fame through Heav'n and Earth , As thou to thy reproach may'it well remember , 66 He afk'd thee , Haft thou feen my fervant Job ? Famous he was in Heav'n , on ...
... true applaufe Recount his praises : thus he did to Job , When to extend his fame through Heav'n and Earth , As thou to thy reproach may'it well remember , 66 He afk'd thee , Haft thou feen my fervant Job ? Famous he was in Heav'n , on ...
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Paradise Regain'd: A Poem in Four Books : To which is Added Samson Agonistes ... Milton Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1713 |
Paradise Regain'd: A Poem, in Four Books : To which is Added Samson ... Milton Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1759 |
Paradise Regain'd: A Poem, in Four Books. To which is Added Samson Agonistes ... John Milton Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1759 |
Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
aftra againſt agni alfo Amor Atque befides beft beſt caft call'd CHOR choro Dagon darkneſs defert doft domino jam domum impafti doth earth eyes fafe fair fame fave feaſt fecret feek feem fent fhades fhall fhould fibi fide fing firft firſt foes folemn fome fong fonos foon foul fræna ftill ftrength fuch fure fweet glory Hæc hath Heav'n himſelf honor houſe Ifrael ille ipfe itſelf jam non vacat juft juſt king Lady laſt leaſt lefs loft Lord Ludlow town Lycidas malè mihi moſt muſt myſelf night numina nunc o'er Olympo PARADISE REGAIN'D pleaſure pow'r praiſe prefent PSAL quæ quid quoque reft reply'd Samfon SAMS ſhades ſhall ſtand ſtate ſtill ſtood ſtream thee thefe themſelves thence theſe thofe thoſe thou art throne thyfelf tibi Tu quoque ulmo virtue whofe worfe
Populære avsnitt
Side 214 - The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters played. It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine.
Side 83 - Let there be lig;ht, and light was over all; Why am I thus bereav'd thy prime decree? The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon. When she deserts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.
Side 216 - And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing, in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes. Now, Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more ; Henceforth thou art the Genius of the shore In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood.
Side 162 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks...
Side 213 - And all their echoes, mourn. The Willows, and the Hazel Copses green, Shall now no more be seen, Fanning their joyous Leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the Canker to the Rose...
Side 327 - ... the knowledge and the use of which cannot but be a great furtherance both to the enlargement of truth, and honest living with much more peace.
Side 143 - Pollute with sinful blame, The saintly veil of maiden white to throw; Confounded, that her Maker's eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities.
Side 329 - The end, then, of learning is to repair the ruins of our first parents by regaining to know God aright and out of that knowledge to love him, to imitate him, to be like him as we may the nearest by possessing our souls of true virtue, which being united to the heavenly grace of faith makes up the highest perfection.
Side 213 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days : But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life. But not the praise...
Side 152 - FLY, envious Time, till thou run out thy race ; Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours, Whose speed is but the heavy plummet's pace ; And glut thyself with what thy womb devours, Which is no more than what is false and vain, And merely mortal dross ; So little is our loss, So little is thy gain.