Paradise Lost: With Notes, Selected from Newton and Others, to which is Prefixed, The Life of the Author. With a Critical Dissertation, on the Poetical Works of Milton, and Observations on His Language and Versification, Volúmenes1-2 |
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Of his moral sentiments , it is hardly praise to affirm , that they excel those of all
other poets , For this superiority he was indebted to his acquaintance with ia
MILTON'S POETICAL WORKS . lix tions of the scenes or operations of Nature, do
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Of his moral sentiments , it is hardly praise to affirm , that they excel those of all
other poets , For this superiority he was indebted to his acquaintance with ia
MILTON'S POETICAL WORKS . lix tions of the scenes or operations of Nature, do
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The highest praise of genius is original invention . Milton cannot be said to have
contrived the structure of an epic poem , and therefore must yield to that vigour
and amplitude of mind to which all generations must be indebted for the art of ...
The highest praise of genius is original invention . Milton cannot be said to have
contrived the structure of an epic poem , and therefore must yield to that vigour
and amplitude of mind to which all generations must be indebted for the art of ...
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To whom thus Eve , with perfect beauty ' adorn'd : My Author and Disposer , what
thou bidst , 635 Unargu'd , I obey ; so God ordains ; God is thy law , thou mine : to
know no more Is woman's happiest knowledge and her praise . With thee ...
To whom thus Eve , with perfect beauty ' adorn'd : My Author and Disposer , what
thou bidst , 635 Unargu'd , I obey ; so God ordains ; God is thy law , thou mine : to
know no more Is woman's happiest knowledge and her praise . With thee ...
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All these with ceaseless praise his works behold , Both day and night . How often
from the steep Of echoing hill or thicket have we heard Celestial voices to the
midnight air , Sole , or responsive each to other's note , 1 . Singing their great ...
All these with ceaseless praise his works behold , Both day and night . How often
from the steep Of echoing hill or thicket have we heard Celestial voices to the
midnight air , Sole , or responsive each to other's note , 1 . Singing their great ...
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Fairest of stars , last in the train of night , 166 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 . 170 Thou Sun ...
Fairest of stars , last in the train of night , 166 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 . 170 Thou Sun ...
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Adam Angels appears arms Author behold bright bring brought called callid cloud created dark death deep delight divine earth equal Eſq 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 Hell hill hope human John King late less light live look lost mean Milton mind morn nature never Newton night once pain Paradise peace perhaps Poem Poet pow'r praise reason receive rest rise round Satan says seat seem'd seems shape side sight soon spake Spirit stand stars stood sweet taste thee thence things thou thoughts throne till tree voice wide winds wings
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Página 3 - OF Man's First Disobedience, and the Fruit Of that Forbidden Tree, whose mortal taste Brought Death into the World, and all our woe, With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Restore us, and regain the blissful Seat, Sing Heav'nly Muse, that on the secret top Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire That Shepherd, who first taught the chosen Seed, In the Beginning how the Heav'ns and Earth Rose out of Chaos...
Página 23 - Arch-Angel ruin'd, and the excess Of glory obscured : as when the sun, new risen, Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams; or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
Página xix - The Tenure of Kings and Magistrates PROVING THAT IT IS LAWFUL, AND HATH BEEN HELD SO THROUGH ALL AGES, FOR ANY WHO HAVE THE POWER TO CALL TO ACCOUNT A TYRANT, OR WICKED KING, AND AFTER DUE CONVICTION TO DEPOSE AND PUT HIM TO DEATH, IF THE ORDINARY MAGISTRATE HAVE NEGLECTED OR DENIED TO DO IT.
Página 74 - Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song...
Página 9 - And reassembling our afflicted powers, Consult how we may henceforth most offend Our enemy, our own loss how repair, How overcome this dire calamity, What reinforcement we may gain from hope, 190 If not what resolution from despair.
Página 74 - 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...
Página 10 - Created hugest that swim the ocean stream: Him, haply, slumbering on the Norway foam, The pilot of some small night-founder'd skiff Deeming some island, oft, as seamen tell, With fixed anchor in his scaly rind Moors by his side under the lee, while night Invests the sea, and wished morn delays...
Página 104 - What feign'd submission swore? Ease would recant Vows made in pain, as violent and void. For never can true reconcilement grow, Where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep...
Página 103 - Me miserable! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair ? Which way I fly is hell; myself am hell; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep Still threatening to devour me, opens wide, To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.
Página 74 - Tunes her nocturnal note : thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me...