The Poetical Works of John Milton, Volume 2William Pickering, 1852 |
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... fall From either eye , and wip'd them with her hair : Two other precious drops that ready stood , Each in their crystal sluice , he ere they fell Kiss'd as the gracious signs of sweet remorse , And pious awe that fear'd to have offended ...
... fall From either eye , and wip'd them with her hair : Two other precious drops that ready stood , Each in their crystal sluice , he ere they fell Kiss'd as the gracious signs of sweet remorse , And pious awe that fear'd to have offended ...
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... fall'st . 174 Moon , that now meet'st the orient sun , now fly'st , With the fix'd stars , fix'd in their orb that ... falling showers , 190 Rising or falling still advance his praise . His praise , ye winds that from four quarters blow ...
... fall'st . 174 Moon , that now meet'st the orient sun , now fly'st , With the fix'd stars , fix'd in their orb that ... falling showers , 190 Rising or falling still advance his praise . His praise , ye winds that from four quarters blow ...
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... fall'n himself from heaven , is plotting now The fall of others from like state of bliss ; By violence ? no ; for that shall be withstood , But by deceit and lies ; this let him know , Lest wilfully transgressing he pretend Surprisal ...
... fall'n himself from heaven , is plotting now The fall of others from like state of bliss ; By violence ? no ; for that shall be withstood , But by deceit and lies ; this let him know , Lest wilfully transgressing he pretend Surprisal ...
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... fall . And some are fall'n , to disobedience fall'n , And so from heaven to deepest hell : O fall From what high state of bliss into what woe ! To whom our great progenitor . Thy words Attentive , and with more delighted ear , Divine ...
... fall . And some are fall'n , to disobedience fall'n , And so from heaven to deepest hell : O fall From what high state of bliss into what woe ! To whom our great progenitor . Thy words Attentive , and with more delighted ear , Divine ...
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... falls Into utter darkness , deep ingulf'd , his place Ordain'd without redemption , without end . 610 615 So spake th ' Omnipotent , and with his words . All seem'd well pleas'd ; all seem'd , but were not all . That day , as other ...
... falls Into utter darkness , deep ingulf'd , his place Ordain'd without redemption , without end . 610 615 So spake th ' Omnipotent , and with his words . All seem'd well pleas'd ; all seem'd , but were not all . That day , as other ...
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Adam Adamus Exsul angels answer'd appear'd arms aught battel beast behold Bentl Bentley bliss bright call'd Cherubim cloud dark death delight divine Du Bartas Dunster dwell Dyce earth Epig eternal ev'ning evil eyes fair Father fear Fenton flow'rs fruit giv'n glory ground hand happy hast hath heard heart heav'n heav'nly hell highth hill honour join'd king lest light live Lord mankind may'st Messiah Milton's own edition morn Newton nigh night Ovid paradise PARADISE LOST PARADISE REGAINED Proserpina rais'd Raphael reign reply'd return'd sapience Satan Saviour seat seem'd serpent Shakesp shalt shame sight Son of God soon spake Spens spirits stars stood sweet taste tempter thee thence thine things thou art thou hast thought throne Todd tree turn'd vex'd Virg virtue voice whence wings
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Page 173 - But such as, at this day, to Indians known; In Malabar or Decan spreads her arms, Branching so broad and long, that in the ground The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow About the mother tree, a pillar'd shade, High overarch'd, and echoing walks between : There oft the Indian herdsman, shunning heat, Shelters in cool, and tends his pasturing herds At loop-holes cut through thickest shade...
Page 232 - That never will in other climate grow, My early visitation, and my last At even, which I bred up with tender hand From the first opening bud, and gave ye names, Who now shall rear ye to the sun, or rank Your tribes, and water from the ambrosial fount ? Thee, lastly, nuptial bower, by me...
Page 8 - 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.
Page 240 - Tended the sick, busiest from couch to couch ; And over them triumphant Death his dart Shook, but delay'd to strike, though oft invoked With vows, as their chief good, and final hope.
Page 112 - By quick instinctive motion, up I sprung, As thitherward endeavouring, and upright Stood on my feet : about me round I saw Hill, dale, and shady woods, and sunny plains, And liquid lapse of murmuring streams; by these, Creatures that liv'd and mov'd, and walk'd, or flew ; Birds on the branches warbling; all things smil'd; With fragrance and with joy my heart o'erflow'd.
Page 242 - I yield it just, said Adam, and submit. But is there yet no other way, besides These painful passages, how we may come To death, and mix with our connatural dust? There is...
Page 103 - Before the angel, and of him to ask Chose rather : he, she knew, would intermix Grateful digressions, and solve high dispute With conjugal caresses ; from his lip Not words alone pleas,d her.
Page 220 - What better can we do, than, to the place Repairing where he judg'd us, prostrate fall Before him reverent; and there confess Humbly our faults, and pardon beg; with tears Watering the ground, and with our sighs the air Frequenting, sent from hearts contrite, in sign Of sorrow unfeign'd, and humilation meek?
Page 142 - Thus saying, from her husband's hand her hand Soft she withdrew ; and, like a wood-nymph light, Oread or Dryad, or of Delia's train, Betook her to the groves ; but Delia's self In gait...
Page 232 - O unexpected stroke, worse than of death ! Must I thus leave thee, Paradise ? thus leave Thee, native soil ! these happy walks and shades, Fit haunt of gods ? where I had hope to spend, Quiet though sad, the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both.