Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve Books. The Author John Milton. According to the Author's Last Edition, in the Year 1674
W. and W. Smith, P. Wilson, and T. Ewing, 1767 - 348 psl.
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Adam againſt angels arms behold bounds bright bring call'd cloud coming created creatures dark darkneſs death deep delight divine dreadful dwell earth equal eternal evil eyes fair faith fall father fear feat feem'd fell fhall fide field fight fince fire firſt fome foon force foul fpake fruit fuch gate glory gods grace hand happie hath head heard heart heav'n heav'nly hell hill hope human king leave lefs light live loft look Mean meet mind morn muſt nature never night once pain Paradife peace perhaps pure reign rife round Satan ſhall ſpirits ſtate ſtill ſtood ſweet thee thence theſe things thoſe thou thoughts throne till tree voice whence whofe whoſe wide winds wings
124 psl. - His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
88 psl. - 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.
121 psl. - Evil into the mind of God or man May come and go, so unapproved, and leave No spot or blame behind...
251 psl. - Matter of scorn, not to be given the foe. However, I with thee have fix'd my lot, Certain to undergo like doom; if death Consort with thee, death is to me as life; So forcible within my heart I feel The bond of nature draw me to my own, My own in thee, for what thou art is mine; Our state cannot be sever'd, we are one, One flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself.
44 psl. - Typhoean rage more fell, Rend up both rocks and hills, and ride the air In whirlwind ; hell scarce holds the wild uproar.
7 psl. - Thus Satan, talking to his nearest mate, With head uplift above the wave, and eyes That sparkling blazed ; his other parts besides, Prone on the flood, extended long and large, Lay floating many a rood...
32 psl. - Devoid of sense and motion? And who knows, Let this be good, whether our angry foe Can give it, or will ever? How he can Is doubtful; that he never will is sure.
147 psl. - Abdiel, faithful found, Among the faithless faithful only he; Among innumerable false unmoved, Unshaken, unseduced, unterrified, His loyalty he kept, his love, his zeal ; Nor number nor example with him wrought To swerve from truth, or change his constant mind, Though single.
208 psl. - 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...
25 psl. - Sheer o'er the crystal battlements: from morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, A summer's day; and with the setting sun Dropt from the zenith, like a falling star, On Lemnos, the Aegean isle.