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... thou that Traitor - Angel , art thou he , Who first broke peace in Heaven , and faith , till then Unbroken ; and in proud , rebellious arms , Drew after him the third part of Heaven's sons Conjur'd against the Highest ; for which both thou ...
... thou that Traitor - Angel , art thou he , Who first broke peace in Heaven , and faith , till then Unbroken ; and in proud , rebellious arms , Drew after him the third part of Heaven's sons Conjur'd against the Highest ; for which both thou ...
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... thou art , thus double - form'd ; and why , In this infernal vale first met , thou call'st Me Father , and that phantasm call'st my Son : I know thee not , nor ever saw till now Sight more detestable than him and thee . To whom thus the ...
... thou art , thus double - form'd ; and why , In this infernal vale first met , thou call'st Me Father , and that phantasm call'st my Son : I know thee not , nor ever saw till now Sight more detestable than him and thee . To whom thus the ...
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... Thou art my father , thou my author , thou My being gav'st me ; whom should I obey But thee ? whom follow ? thou wilt bring me soon To that new world of light and bliss , among The gods who live at ease , where I shall reign At thy ...
... Thou art my father , thou my author , thou My being gav'st me ; whom should I obey But thee ? whom follow ? thou wilt bring me soon To that new world of light and bliss , among The gods who live at ease , where I shall reign At thy ...
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... thou thyself Abolish thy creation , and unmake For him what for thy glory thou hast made ? So should thy goodness and thy greatness both Be question'd and blasphem'd without defence . To whom the great Creator thus replied . 0 Son ! in ...
... thou thyself Abolish thy creation , and unmake For him what for thy glory thou hast made ? So should thy goodness and thy greatness both Be question'd and blasphem'd without defence . To whom the great Creator thus replied . 0 Son ! in ...
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... thou hast given me to possess Life in myself for ever ; by thee I live , Though now to Death I yield , and am his due , All that of me can die ; yet , that debt paid , Thou wilt not leave me in the loathsome grave , His prey , nor ...
... thou hast given me to possess Life in myself for ever ; by thee I live , Though now to Death I yield , and am his due , All that of me can die ; yet , that debt paid , Thou wilt not leave me in the loathsome grave , His prey , nor ...
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Milton's Poetical Works: With Life, Critical Dissertation, and ..., Volume 1 John Milton,George Gilfillan Visualização integral - 1853 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
Adam Angels Arethuse arm'd arms aught beast behold Belial bliss bright call'd Cherubim cloud Comus Countess of Derby Dagon dark death deeds deep delight didst divine dread dwell earth enemies eternal evil eyes fair faith Father fear fruit glory gods grace hand happy hast hath heard heart Heaven heavenly Hell highth hill honour Israel King lest light live Lord LORD BRACKLEY lost Lycidas Messiah Milton mind morn mortal night o'er Paradise Paradise Lost Paradise Regained Parthian peace Philistines praise rais'd reign replied return'd round Samson Samson Agonistes sapience Satan seat seem'd serpent shade shalt sight Son of God song soon soul spake Spirit stars stood strength sweet taste thee thence thine things thither thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tree turn'd vex'd virtue voice whence winds wings wonder
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Página 123 - 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.
Página 506 - Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies. For, so to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise; Ay me ! whilst thee the shores and sounding seas Wash far away, where'er thy bones are hurl'd, Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps, under the whelming tide, Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world...
Página 509 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull Night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled Dawn doth rise ; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good morrow, Through the sweet-briar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
Página 513 - Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys! Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
Página 502 - 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.
Página 106 - With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun 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 ; then silent night, With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train : But neither breath of morn, when she ascends...
Página 507 - 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.
Página 26 - From heaven, they fabled, thrown by angry Jove Sheer o'er the crystal battlements : from morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, A summer's day ; and with the setting sun Dropt from the zenith like a falling star, On Lemnos the /Egean isle : thus they relate, Erring...
Página 505 - That to the faithful herdman's art belongs ! What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw; The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed...
Página 22 - Above them all the archangel : 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...