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However I with thee have fix ' d my lot , Certain to undergo like doom ; if death
Consort with thee , death is to me as life ; So forcible within my heart I feel 955
The bond of nature draw me to my own , My own in thee , for what thou art is mine
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However I with thee have fix ' d my lot , Certain to undergo like doom ; if death
Consort with thee , death is to me as life ; So forcible within my heart I feel 955
The bond of nature draw me to my own , My own in thee , for what thou art is mine
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975 980 Rather than death or ought than death more dread Shall separate us ,
link ' d in love so dear , 970 To undergo with me one guilt , one crime , If any be ,
of tasting this fair fruit , Whose virtue ( for of good still good proceeds , Direct , or ...
975 980 Rather than death or ought than death more dread Shall separate us ,
link ' d in love so dear , 970 To undergo with me one guilt , one crime , If any be ,
of tasting this fair fruit , Whose virtue ( for of good still good proceeds , Direct , or ...
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1025 1030 1035 Hath wiselier arm ' d his vengeful ire than sa To be forestall ' d ;
much more I fear lest death So snatch ' d will not exempt us from the pain We are
by doom to pay ; rather such acts Of contumacy will provoke the Highest To ...
1025 1030 1035 Hath wiselier arm ' d his vengeful ire than sa To be forestall ' d ;
much more I fear lest death So snatch ' d will not exempt us from the pain We are
by doom to pay ; rather such acts Of contumacy will provoke the Highest To ...
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... nor so is overcome Satan , whose fall from Heav ' n , a deadlier bruise ,
Disabled not to give thee thy death ' s wound : Which he , who comes thy Saviour
, shall recure , Not by destroying Satan , but his works In thee and in thy seed :
nor can ...
... nor so is overcome Satan , whose fall from Heav ' n , a deadlier bruise ,
Disabled not to give thee thy death ' s wound : Which he , who comes thy Saviour
, shall recure , Not by destroying Satan , but his works In thee and in thy seed :
nor can ...
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420 425 But to the cross he nails thy enemies , 415 The law that is against thee ,
and the sins Of all mankind , with him there crucify ' d , Never to hurt them more
who rightly trust In this his satisfaction ; so he dies , But soon revives ; death over
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420 425 But to the cross he nails thy enemies , 415 The law that is against thee ,
and the sins Of all mankind , with him there crucify ' d , Never to hurt them more
who rightly trust In this his satisfaction ; so he dies , But soon revives ; death over
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Adam Angels arms beast behold bliss bounds bright bring callid cloud coming created creatures dark death deep delight divine dreadful dwell earth equal eternal evil eyes fair faith fall Father fear fell field fire fruit gates glory Gods grace hand happy hast hath head heard heart Heav'n heav'nly Hell hill hope human king leave less light live look lost mind morn nature never night once pain Paradise peace perhaps pow'r pure race reason reign reply'd rest rise round Satan seat seek seem'd Serpent shape side sight sons soon sound spake Spi'rits stand stars stood sweet taste thee thence things thou thoughts throne till tree virtue voice whence wide winds wings
Passagens conhecidas
Página 133 - Rising or falling still advance his praise. His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
Página 263 - So saying, her rash hand in evil hour Forth reaching to the Fruit, she pluck'd, she eat: Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat Sighing through all her Works gave signs of woe, That all was lost.
Página 2 - Dove-like sat'st brooding on the vast abyss, And mad'st it pregnant : what in me is dark, Illumine ; what is low, raise and support ; That to the height of this great argument I may assert eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men.
Página 114 - Shine not in vain ; nor think, though men were none, That heaven would want spectators, God want praise. 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...
Página 133 - 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. 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 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...
Página 252 - As one, who long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air, Forth issuing on a summer's morn, to breathe Among the pleasant villages and farms Adjoin'd, from each thing met conceives delight; The smell of grain, or tedded grass, or kine, Or dairy, each rural sight, each rural sound...
Página 25 - Rose, like an exhalation, with the sound Of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet, Built like a temple, where pilasters round Were set, and Doric pillars overlaid With golden architrave ; nor did there want Cornice or frieze with bossy sculptures graven ; The roof was fretted gold.
Página 29 - HIGH on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind, Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold, Satan exalted sat...
Página 66 - Those other two equalled with me in fate, So were I equalled with them in renown, Blind Thamyris and blind Maeonides, And Tiresias and Phineus prophets old; Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note.
Informação bibliográfica
| Título | Paradise lost, a poem. Pr. from the text of Tonson's correct ed. of 1711 |
| Autor | John Milton |
| Publicação | 1801 |
| Original de | Universidade de Oxford |
| Digitalizado | 22 Set 2006 |
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