The Poetical Works of John Milton, Volumen2William Pickering, 1826 |
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... shalt go , And dust shalt eat all the days of thy life . Between thee and the Woman I will put Enmity , and between thine and her seed ; 174 Her seed shall bruise thy head , thou bruise his heel . ” So spake this oracle , then verify'd ...
... shalt go , And dust shalt eat all the days of thy life . Between thee and the Woman I will put Enmity , and between thine and her seed ; 174 Her seed shall bruise thy head , thou bruise his heel . ” So spake this oracle , then verify'd ...
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... shalt not eat thereof : ' Curs'd is the ground for thy sake ; thou in sorrow Shalt eat thereof all the days of thy life ; Thorns also ' and thistles it shall bring thee forth Unbid ; and thou shalt eat th ' herb of the field , In the ...
... shalt not eat thereof : ' Curs'd is the ground for thy sake ; thou in sorrow Shalt eat thereof all the days of thy life ; Thorns also ' and thistles it shall bring thee forth Unbid ; and thou shalt eat th ' herb of the field , In the ...
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... shalt monarch reign , There didst not ; there let him still victor sway , As battle hath adjudg'd , from this new world Retiring , by his own doom alienated , And henceforth monarchy with thee divide Of all things parted by th ...
... shalt monarch reign , There didst not ; there let him still victor sway , As battle hath adjudg'd , from this new world Retiring , by his own doom alienated , And henceforth monarchy with thee divide Of all things parted by th ...
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... shalt thou lead Safest thy life , and best prepar'd endure Thy mortal passage when it comes . Ascend 356 363 This hill ; let Eve ( for I have drench'd her eyes ) Here sleep below , while thou to foresight wak'st ; As once thou slept'st ...
... shalt thou lead Safest thy life , and best prepar'd endure Thy mortal passage when it comes . Ascend 356 363 This hill ; let Eve ( for I have drench'd her eyes ) Here sleep below , while thou to foresight wak'st ; As once thou slept'st ...
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... call'd The seed of Woman . Virgin Mother , hail , High in the love of Heav'n , yet from my loins Thou shalt proceed , and from thy womb the Son 381 Of God most High ; so God with Man unites B. XII . ] 101 PARADISE LOST .
... call'd The seed of Woman . Virgin Mother , hail , High in the love of Heav'n , yet from my loins Thou shalt proceed , and from thy womb the Son 381 Of God most High ; so God with Man unites B. XII . ] 101 PARADISE LOST .
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Adam Angel arms beast behold call'd Canaan canst captive Cherubim CHORUS cloud Ctesiphon Dagon DALILA dark death deeds deliverance descended didst divine doth dread dwell earth enemies evil eyes fair faith fame Father fear feast foretold Gath Gaza giv'n glorious glory grace hand HARAPHA hast hath head heard heart Heav'n heav'nly Hell holy honour Israel judg'd king lest light live lords lost MANOAH may'st mortal Nazarite nigh night numbers o'er once Paradise PARADISE LOST PARADISE REGAINED Parthian peace Philistines pow'r prophets reign reply'd return'd round SAMSON SAMSON AGONISTES Satan Saviour seat seed seek SEMICHORUS Serpent shame sight Son of God song sons soon sorrow spake Spirit stood strength sung sweet Tempter thee thence thine things thither thou art thou hast thou shalt thought throne thyself Timna vex'd virtue voice
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Página 320 - 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...
Página 319 - HENCE, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings And the night-raven sings ; There under ebon shades, and low-brow'd rocks As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Página 324 - In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream. Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild.
Página 332 - And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Página 121 - When I was yet a child, no childish play To me was pleasing ; all my mind was set Serious to learn and know, and thence to do What might be public good; myself I thought Born to that end, born to promote all truth, All righteous things...
Página 330 - And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
Página 36 - And straight conjunction with this sex: for either He never shall find out fit mate, but such As some misfortune brings him, or mistake, Or whom he wishes most shall seldom gain Through her perverseness ; but shall see her gain'd By a far worse, or, if she love, withheld By parents, or his happiest choice too late Shall meet, already link'd and wedlock-bound To a fell adversary, his hate or shame; Which infinite calamity shall cause To human life, and household peace confound.
Página 302 - tis said) Before was never made, But when of old the sons of morning sung, While the Creator great His constellations set, And the well-balanced world on hinges hung, And cast the dark foundations deep, And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep.
Página 306 - And sullen Moloch fled, Hath left in shadows dread His burning idol all of blackest hue ; In vain with cymbals' ring They call the grisly king, In dismal dance about the furnace blue : The brutish gods of Nile as fast, Isis and Orus, and the dog Anubis, haste.
Página 305 - The lonely mountains o'er And the resounding shore A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament; From haunted spring and dale Edged with poplar pale The parting Genius is with sighing sent; With flower-inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.