Paradise Regain'd: A Poem, in Four Books. To which is Added Samson Agonistes: and Poems Upon Several Occasions. The Author John Milton. A New Edition. With Notes of Various Authors, by Thomas Newton, ...

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W. Strahan, J. F. and C. Rivington, R. Horsfield, B. White, T. Longman [and 11 others in London], 1785
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Page 110 - They err, who count it glorious to subdue By conquest far and wide, to overrun Large countries, and in field great battles win, Great cities by assault : what do these worthies, But rob and spoil, burn, slaughter, and enslave Peaceable nations, neighbouring or remote, Made captive, yet deserving freedom more Than those their conquerors...
Page 322 - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame, nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
Page 293 - Hardy and industrious to support Tyrannic power, but raging to pursue The righteous, and all such as honour truth ; He all their ammunition And feats of war defeats, With plain heroic magnitude of mind...
Page 317 - As with the force of winds and waters pent When mountains tremble, those two massy pillars With horrible convulsion to and fro He tugg'd, he shook, till down they came and drew The whole roof after them, with burst of thunder Upon the heads of all who sat beneath, Lords, ladies, captains...
Page 46 - God hath now sent his living oracle Into the world to teach his final will, And sends his spirit of truth henceforth to dwell In pious hearts, an inward oracle To all truth requisite for men to know.
Page 166 - Westward, much nearer by south-west, behold Where on the ^Egean shore a city stands Built nobly, pure the air, and light the soil ; Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence, native to famous wits...
Page 22 - When I was yet a child, no childish play To me was pleasing ; all my mind was set Serious to learn and know, and thence to do What might be public good; myself I thought Born to that end, born to promote all truth, All righteous things...
Page 200 - Time serves not now, and perhaps I might seem too profuse to give any certain account of what the mind at home, in the spacious circuits of her musing, hath liberty to propose to herself, though of highest hope and hardest attempting; whether that epic form whereof the two poems of Homer and those other two of Virgil and Tasso are a diffuse, and the book of Job a brief model...
Page 231 - Interminable, And tie him to his own prescript, Who made our laws to bind us, not himself, And hath full right...
Page 245 - Fearless of danger, like a petty God I walk'd about admir'd of all and dreaded On hostile ground, none daring my affront.

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