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... sound 470 But they 475 Of thunder heard remote , Tow'ards him they bend With awful rey'rence prone ; and as a God Extol him equal to the high'st in Heaven : Nor fail'd they to express how much they prais'd 480 That for the general ...
... sound 470 But they 475 Of thunder heard remote , Tow'ards him they bend With awful rey'rence prone ; and as a God Extol him equal to the high'st in Heaven : Nor fail'd they to express how much they prais'd 480 That for the general ...
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... sound the great result : Tow'ards the four winds four speedy Cherubims Put to their mouths the sounding alchemy By heralds ' voice explain'd ; the hollow ' abyss Heard far and wide , and all the host of Hell 515 With deaf'ning shout ...
... sound the great result : Tow'ards the four winds four speedy Cherubims Put to their mouths the sounding alchemy By heralds ' voice explain'd ; the hollow ' abyss Heard far and wide , and all the host of Hell 515 With deaf'ning shout ...
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... sound 605 Both to and fro , their sorrow to augment , And wish and struggle , as they pass , to reach The tempting stream , with one small drop to lose In sweet forgetfulness all pain and woe , All in one moment , and so near the brink ...
... sound 605 Both to and fro , their sorrow to augment , And wish and struggle , as they pass , to reach The tempting stream , with one small drop to lose In sweet forgetfulness all pain and woe , All in one moment , and so near the brink ...
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... on a sudden open fly With impetuous recoil and jarring sound Th ' infernal doors , and on their hinges grate Harsh thunder , that the lowest bottom shook 880 Of Erebus . She open'd , but to shut Excell'd 58 PARADISE LOST .
... on a sudden open fly With impetuous recoil and jarring sound Th ' infernal doors , and on their hinges grate Harsh thunder , that the lowest bottom shook 880 Of Erebus . She open'd , but to shut Excell'd 58 PARADISE LOST .
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... sounds and voices all confus'd , Borne through the hollow dark , assaults his ear With loudest vehemence : thither he plies , Undaunted to meet there whatever power Or Spirit of the nethermost abyss 955 Might in that noise reside , of ...
... sounds and voices all confus'd , Borne through the hollow dark , assaults his ear With loudest vehemence : thither he plies , Undaunted to meet there whatever power Or Spirit of the nethermost abyss 955 Might in that noise reside , of ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Abdiel Adam Almighty Angel answer'd appear'd arm'd arms beast behold Belial bliss bright burning lake call'd Canaan celestial Cherub Cherubim cloud created creatures dark death deep delight didst divine dreadful dwell eternal evil eyes fair FAIR Angel faith fall'n Father fear fierce fire fix'd flaming flow'rs fruit gates glory Gods grace hand happy hast hath heard heart Heav'n and Earth heav'nly Hell hill Ithuriel join'd king lest light live mankind Messiah mix'd morn mov'd night o'er ordain'd pain Paradise pass'd peace plac'd pleas'd pow'r rais'd reign reply'd return'd round sapience Satan seat seem'd Seraph Serpent shade shalt sight soon spake Spi'rits stars stood sweet taste Thammuz thee thence thine things thither thou hast thoughts throne thyself tow'ards tree Turkish crescent turn'd Uriel vex'd voice wand'ring whence wings Zephon
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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.