The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Volumen101790 |
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Página 31
... head the moon Sits arbitrefs , and nearer to the earth 785 Wheels her pale course , they on their mirth and dance Intent , with jocund music charm his ear ; At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds . Thus incorporeal Spi'rits to ...
... head the moon Sits arbitrefs , and nearer to the earth 785 Wheels her pale course , they on their mirth and dance Intent , with jocund music charm his ear ; At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds . Thus incorporeal Spi'rits to ...
Página 41
... heads ; while we perhaps Designing or exhorting glorious war , Caught in a fiery tempeft fhall be hurl'd Each on his rock transfix'd , the sport and prey Of racking whirlwinds , or for ever funk Under yon boiling ocean , wrapt in chains ...
... heads ; while we perhaps Designing or exhorting glorious war , Caught in a fiery tempeft fhall be hurl'd Each on his rock transfix'd , the sport and prey Of racking whirlwinds , or for ever funk Under yon boiling ocean , wrapt in chains ...
Página 57
... head The likeness of a kingly crown had on : Satan was now at hand , and from his feat The monster moving onward came as fast With horrid ftrides , Hell trembled as he ftrode . Th ' undaunted Fiend what this might be admir'd , Admir'd ...
... head The likeness of a kingly crown had on : Satan was now at hand , and from his feat The monster moving onward came as fast With horrid ftrides , Hell trembled as he ftrode . Th ' undaunted Fiend what this might be admir'd , Admir'd ...
Página 58
... horrid hair Shakes peftilence and war . Each at the head Level'd his deadly aim ; their fatal hands 710 No fecond stroke intend , and fuch a frown Each Each caft at th ' other , as when two 58 Book II . PARADISE LOST .
... horrid hair Shakes peftilence and war . Each at the head Level'd his deadly aim ; their fatal hands 710 No fecond stroke intend , and fuch a frown Each Each caft at th ' other , as when two 58 Book II . PARADISE LOST .
Página 59
... head ? and know'st for whom ; For him who fits above and laughs the while At thee ordain'd his drudge , to execute Whate'er his wrath , which he calls juftice , bids ; His wrath , which one day will deftroy ye both . She spake , and at ...
... head ? and know'st for whom ; For him who fits above and laughs the while At thee ordain'd his drudge , to execute Whate'er his wrath , which he calls juftice , bids ; His wrath , which one day will deftroy ye both . She spake , and at ...
Términos y frases comunes
Adam afcend againſt almighty Angels appear'd arm'd arms battel behold blifs bright call'd Celeſtial Cherub creatures darkneſs deep defire earth eaſe elſe erft eternal eyes fafe faid fair fair Angels feat feem'd fhall fhould fide fight filent fince fire firft firſt fleep fome fons foon foul fpake ftill ftood fuch fudden gates glory happineſs hath Heav'n heav'nly Hell highth hill himſelf hoft Ithuriel king laſt lefs leſs light loft moſt muſt night o'er ordain'd pafs'd pain Paradife PARADISE LOST pleas'd pleaſant pow'r praiſe rais'd reaſon reft reign reply'd rife rofe round Satan ſeems ſhade ſhall ſhape ſky ſpake ſpear ſpeed Spi'rits ſpread ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtill ſtood ſtream ſuch ſweet thee thefe themſelves thence theſe things thofe thoſe thou thoughts thouſand throne turn'd vex'd wand'ring whofe whoſe wings wiſdom worfe worſe Zephon
Pasajes populares
Página 13 - Here we may reign secure, and, in my choice, To reign is worth ambition, though in hell: Better to reign in hell, than serve in heaven.
Página 102 - O thou that, with surpassing glory crown'd, Look'st from thy sole dominion, like the god Of this new world, at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminish'd heads, to thee I call, But with no friendly voice, and add thy name, 0 sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams, That bring to my remembrance from what state 1 fell, how glorious once above thy sphere...
Página 74 - Thee I revisit safe, And feel thy sovran vital lamp ; but thou Revisit'st not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs, Or dim suffusion veiled.
Página 102 - Ah, wherefore! he deserved no such return From me, whom he created what I was In that bright eminence, and with his good Upbraided none; nor was his service hard.
Página 216 - The tawny lion, pawing to get free His hinder parts ; then springs, as broke from bonds, And rampant...
Página 234 - Tell, if ye saw, how came I thus, how here ? Not of myself; by some great Maker then, In goodness and in power pre-eminent : Tell me how may I know him, how adore, From whom I have that thus I move and live, And feel that I am happier than I know...
Página 57 - And shook a dreadful dart: what seemed his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on. Satan was now at hand, and from his seat The monster moving onward came as fast With horrid strides; Hell trembled as he strode.
Página 138 - 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.
Página 110 - The birds their quire apply ; airs, vernal airs, Breathing the smell of field and grove, attune The trembling leaves, while universal Pan, Knit with the Graces and the Hours in dance, Led on the eternal Spring.
Página 234 - Thou sun, said I, fair light, And thou enlighten'd earth, so fresh and gay, Ye hills and dales, ye rivers, woods, and plains, And ye that live and move, fair creatures, tell, Tell, if ye saw, how came I thus, how here?