Paradisus amissus: Poema Joannis Miltoni. Latine redditum a Guilielmo Dobson ...e theatro Sheldoniano, 1750 - 304 pages |
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... perhaps Shall grieve him , if I fail not , and disturb His inmoft Counsels from their destin'd aim . But fee the angry Victor hath recall'd His Minifters of vengeance and pursuit Back to the Gates of Heav'n : The fulphurous Hail , Shot ...
... perhaps Shall grieve him , if I fail not , and disturb His inmoft Counsels from their destin'd aim . But fee the angry Victor hath recall'd His Minifters of vengeance and pursuit Back to the Gates of Heav'n : The fulphurous Hail , Shot ...
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... Perhaps hath spent his shafts , and ceases now To bellow through the vast and boundless Deep . Let us not flip th'occasion , whether scorn , Or fatiate fury yield it from our Foe . Seest thou yon dreary Plain , forlorn and wild , The ...
... Perhaps hath spent his shafts , and ceases now To bellow through the vast and boundless Deep . Let us not flip th'occasion , whether scorn , Or fatiate fury yield it from our Foe . Seest thou yon dreary Plain , forlorn and wild , The ...
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... perhaps Our first Eruption ; thither or elsewhere : For this Infernal Pit shall never hold Celestial Spirits in Bondage , nor th ' Abyss Long under darkness cover . But these thoughts Full Counsel must mature ; Peace is despair'd ...
... perhaps Our first Eruption ; thither or elsewhere : For this Infernal Pit shall never hold Celestial Spirits in Bondage , nor th ' Abyss Long under darkness cover . But these thoughts Full Counsel must mature ; Peace is despair'd ...
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... His Angels : and His Throne itself Mix'd with Tartarean Sulphur , and strange fire , His own invented Torments . - But perhaps Turba- Turbatum inventis . Quod fi quibus ista videtur Difficilis via 48 LIBER SECUNDUS .
... His Angels : and His Throne itself Mix'd with Tartarean Sulphur , and strange fire , His own invented Torments . - But perhaps Turba- Turbatum inventis . Quod fi quibus ista videtur Difficilis via 48 LIBER SECUNDUS .
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... perhaps Designing or exhorting glorious war , Caught in a fiery Tempest shall 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 ; There to ...
... perhaps Designing or exhorting glorious war , Caught in a fiery Tempest shall 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 ; There to ...
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Adam adeò Agmina alſo Angel behold beſt bright cæli call'd Chaos cœli cœlo dark darkness death deep Deus earth elſe eſt evil eyes fair fear fight fimul find fire firſt foon found fruit fuper Gaudia glory Gods good great hæc happy hath haud head heard heart Heav'n Heav'n's heav'nly Hell high hinc hope Ipſa Ipſe Jamque juſt know læta laſt latè left leſs life light long longè love made moſt muſt night omnibus Omnipotens once pain PARADISE LOST pectore perhaps place pow'r quà quæ quàm reaſon reply'd reſt round Satan Satanas ſed ſedes ſelf ſeſe ſhall ſhe ſhould ſome ſpake ſtand ſtate ſtill ſtood ſua ſuch ſuper ſweet taſte tellus thee their thence theſe they things thoſe thou thoughts thro tibi uſque verò vitæ whoſe wide world
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Page 211 - 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.
Page 68 - O Progeny of Heaven, Empyreal Thrones, With reason hath deep silence and demur Seized us, though undismayed : long is the way And hard, that out of Hell leads up to Light...
Page 76 - Beyond this flood a frozen continent Lies dark and wild, beat with perpetual storms Of whirlwind and dire hail, which on firm land Thaws not; but gathers heap, and ruin seems Of ancient pile: all else deep snow and ice...
Page 202 - Awake : The morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us ; we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tender 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 sweet.
Page 251 - 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.
Page 83 - Each cast at the' other, as when two black clouds, With Heaven's artillery fraught, come rattling on Over the Caspian, then stand front to front, Hovering a space, till winds the signal blow To join their dark encounter in mid air : So frown'd the mighty combatants, that Hell Grew darker at their frown...
Page 5 - A dungeon horrible, on all sides round, As one great furnace flamed; yet from those flames No light; but rather darkness visible Served only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes That comes to all, but torture without end Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed With ever-burning sulphur unconsumed.
Page 148 - Short intermission bought with double smart. This knows my Punisher ; therefore as far From granting he, as I from begging, peace. All hope excluded thus, behold...
Page 11 - And, reassembling our afflicted Powers, Consult how we may henceforth most offend Our Enemy ; our own loss how repair ; How overcome this dire calamity ; What reinforcement we may gain from hope ; If not, what resolution from despair.
Page 300 - And full of wrath bent on his enemies. At once the four spread out their starry wings, With dreadful shade contiguous, and the orbs Of his fierce chariot roll'd, as with the sound Of torrent floods, or of a numerous host. He on his impious foes right onward drove, Gloomy as night ; under his burning wheels The steadfast empyrean shook throughout, All but the throne itself of God.