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 sidor |
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... those their conquerors , who leave behind Nothing but ruin wherefoe'er they rove , And all the florifhing works of peace deftroy , Then fwell with pride , and must be titled Gods , Great Benefactors of mankind , Deliverers , Worshipt ...
... those their conquerors , who leave behind Nothing but ruin wherefoe'er they rove , And all the florifhing works of peace deftroy , Then fwell with pride , and must be titled Gods , Great Benefactors of mankind , Deliverers , Worshipt ...
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... thee In David's royal feat , his true fucceffor , Deliverance of thy brethren , those ten tribes Whofe ofspring in his territory yet serve , 371 375 In Habor , and among the Medes difpers'd ; Ten In Book III . PARADISE REGAIN'D . 47.
... thee In David's royal feat , his true fucceffor , Deliverance of thy brethren , those ten tribes Whofe ofspring in his territory yet serve , 371 375 In Habor , and among the Medes difpers'd ; Ten In Book III . PARADISE REGAIN'D . 47.
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... those captive tribes , themselves were they Who wrought their own captivity , fell off From God to worship calves , the deities Of Egypt , Baal next and Afhtaroth , And all th ' idolatries of Heathen round , 45 Befides their other worse ...
... those captive tribes , themselves were they Who wrought their own captivity , fell off From God to worship calves , the deities Of Egypt , Baal next and Afhtaroth , And all th ' idolatries of Heathen round , 45 Befides their other worse ...
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... those Sirnam'd Peripatetics , and the fect Epicurean , and the Stoic fevere ; 275 280 These here revolve , or , as thou lik ' ft , at home , Till time mature thee to a kingdom's weight ; These rules will render thee a king complete ...
... those Sirnam'd Peripatetics , and the fect Epicurean , and the Stoic fevere ; 275 280 These here revolve , or , as thou lik ' ft , at home , Till time mature thee to a kingdom's weight ; These rules will render thee a king complete ...
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... Those terrors which thou speak'st of , did me none ; I never fear'd they could , though noifing loud And threatning nigh ; what they can do as figns Betokening , or ill boding , I contemn As falfe portents , not sent from God , but thee ...
... Those terrors which thou speak'st of , did me none ; I never fear'd they could , though noifing loud And threatning nigh ; what they can do as figns Betokening , or ill boding , I contemn As falfe portents , not sent from God , but thee ...
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Paradise Regain'd: A Poem in Four Books : To which is Added Samson Agonistes ... Milton Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1713 |
Paradise Regain'd: A Poem, in Four Books : To which is Added Samson ... Milton Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1759 |
Paradise Regain'd: A Poem, in Four Books. To which is Added Samson Agonistes ... John Milton Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1759 |
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Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 162 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks...
Sida 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...
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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...
Sida 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.