Adam afcend againſt almighty Angels appear'd arm'd arms battel behold bright burning lake call'd Cherub darkneſs deep defire earth elfe eternal eyes fafe faid Fair Angel feat feem'd fhall fhape fhould fide fight filent fince fire firft firſt fleep foft fome fons foon foul fpake ftill fuch fweet gates glory hath Heav'n heav'nly Hell higheſt highth hill himſelf hoft king laſt leaſt lefs leſs light loft meaſure moſt muſt night o'er pain Paradife PARADISE LOST paſs'd plac'd pleas'd pleaſant pleaſe pow'r praiſe purſued rais'd reaſon reft reply'd reſt rife rofe round Satan ſcarce ſeems ſhade ſhall ſhape ſky ſpake ſpeed Spi'rits Spirits ſpread ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtill ſtood ſtrength ſweet ſwift taſte thee thefe themſelves thence theſe things thofe thoſe thou thouſand throne thyfelf turn'd vex'd wand'ring whofe whoſe wings worfe worſe
Side 23 - A shout, that tore hell's concave, and beyond Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night.
Side 13 - Hail horrors, hail Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell, Receive thy new possessor, one who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time.
Side 74 - 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, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Side 11 - 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 ; in bulk as huge As whom the fables name of monstrous size, Titanian, or Earth-born, that warr'd on Jove ; Briareos or Typhon, whom the den By ancient Tarsus held ; or that seabeast Leviathan, which God of all his works Created hugest that swim the ocean stream...
Side 31 - Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress, and nearer to the earth 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.
Side 13 - Almighty hath not built Here for his envy, will not drive us hence: 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.
Side 145 - 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.
Side 145 - Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our Great Maker still new praise.