Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books

A. Law, W. Miller, and R. Cater, 1795 - 281页

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第92页 - Warring in heav'n againft heav'n's matchlefs King. Ah wherefore ! he deferv'd no fuch return. From me, whom he created what I was In that bright eminence, and with his good Upbraided none ; nor was his fervice hard. 45 What could be lefs than to afford him praife, The eafieft recompence,. and pay him thanks, How due ! yet
第117页 - field 20 Calls us ; we lofe the prime, to mark how fpring Our tended plants, how blows the citron grove, What drops the myrrh, and what the balmy reed, How nature paints her colours, how the bee Sits on the bloom extracting liquid fweet. 25
第297页 - And, to the faithful, death the gate of life : Taught this by his example whom I now Acknowledge my Redeemer ever blefs'd. To whom thus alfo th' Angel laft reply'd. This having learn'd, thou haft attain'd, the fum 575 Of wifdom; hope no higher, though all the ftars Thou knew'ft by name, and all
第30页 - Solomon he led by fraud to build His temple right againft the temple of God On that opprobrious hill, and made his grove The pleafant valley of Hinnom, Tophet thence And black Gehenna call'd, the type of hell. 405 Next Chemos, th' obfcene dread of Moab's fons, From Aroar to Nebo, and the wild Of
第58页 - might be call'd that fhadow feem'd, For each feem'd either ; black it flood as night, 670 Fierce as ten furies, terrible as hell, And fhook a dreadful dart; what feem'd his head, The likenefs of a kingly crown had on. Satan was now at hand, and from his feat The monfler moving, onward came as faft
第96页 - The birds their quire apply ; airs, vernal airs, Breathing the fmell of field and grove, attune 265 The trembling leaves, while univerfal Pan, Knit with the Graces and the Hours in dance, Led on th' eternal fpring. Not that fair field Of
第38页 - angels held their refidence, And fat as princes ; whom the fupreme King 735 Exalted to fuch pow'r, and gave to rule, Each in his hierarchy, the orders bright. Nor was his name unheard, or unador'd, In ancient Greece ; and in Aufo'nian land Men call'd him Mulciber; and how he fell 740
第257页 - By him with many comforts, till we end In duft, our final reft and native home. 1085 What better can we do, than to the place Repairing where he judg'd us, proftrate fall Before him reverent, and there confefs Humbly our faults, and pardon beg, with tears Watering the ground, and with our
第121页 - afcend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praife. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and ftately tread, or lowly creep; Witnefs if I be filent, morn or even, To hill, or valley, fountain, or
第20页 - Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook that flow'd Fail by the oracle of God; I thence • Invoke thy aid to my advent'rous fong, That with no middle flight intends to foar Above the Aonian mount, while it purfues 15