Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve Books, Volumen2

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J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper, 1750
 

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Página 9 - Urania, and fit audience find, though few. But drive far off the barbarous dissonance Of Bacchus and his revellers, the race Of that wild rout that tore the Thracian bard In Rhodope, where woods and rocks had ears To rapture, till the savage clamour drown'd Both harp and voice ; nor could the Muse defend Her son.
Página 433 - ... observe His providence; and on Him sole depend, Merciful over all His works, with good Still overcoming evil, and by small Accomplishing great things, by things...
Página 151 - O Woman ! best are all things as the will Of God ordain'd them; his creating hand Nothing imperfect or deficient left Of all that he created: much less man, Or aught that might his happy state secure, Secure from outward force; within himself The danger lies, yet lies within his power: Against his will, he can receive no harm...
Página 431 - So shall the World go on, To good malignant, to bad men benign, Under her own weight groaning, till the day Appear of respiration to the just And vengeance to the wicked...
Página 285 - Why delays His hand to execute what his decree Fix'd on this day? Why do I overlive? Why am I mock'd with death, and...
Página 102 - Man-like, but different sex ; so lovely fair, That what seem'd fair in all the world, seem'd now Mean, or in her summ'd up, in her contain'd And in her looks ; which from that time infus'd Sweetness into my heart, unfelt before, And into all things from her air inspir'd The spirit of love and amorous delight.
Página 32 - Into one place, and let dry land appear. Immediately the mountains huge appear Emergent, and their broad bare backs upheave Into the clouds, their tops ascend the sky. So high as...
Página 49 - As from his lair, the wild beast, where he wons In forest wild, in thicket, brake, or den ; Among the trees in pairs they rose, they...
Página 202 - Sky lour'd, and, muttering thunder, some sad drops Wept at completing of the mortal sin...
Página 436 - I fell asleep: but now lead on; In me is no delay; with thee to go, Is to stay here; without thee here to stay, Is to go hence unwilling; thou to me Art all things under Heav'n, all places thou, Who for my wilful crime art banished hence.

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