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Full text, searchable, bad TOC. A couple of images are a little distorted by protective covers, but I haven't found any defaced pages.
Missing two stars star because their are only line numbers at the top of each page, and the TOC only links to Book III.
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Términos y frases comunes
Adam angel appear arms behold bliss bounds bright bring cloud created creatures dark death deep delight divine dwell earth equal eternal evil eyes fair faith fall Father fear fell field fire fruit give glory gods grace hand happy hast hath head heard heart heaven heavenly hell hill hope human kind king knowledge land language leave less light live look lost mankind Milton mind morn nature never night observes once pain Paradise peace perhaps poem poet reason receive relate replied rest rise round Satan seat seem'd serpent shape side sight sons soon sound spake spirits stand stood sweet taste thee thence things thou thoughts throne till tree voice wide wings wonder
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Página 13 - Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe. His spear, to equal which the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills, to be the mast Of some great ammiral, were but a wand...
Página 66 - And feel thy sovran vital lamp ; but thou Revisit'st not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs, Or dim suffusion veiled.
Página 5 - Hurled headlong flaming from th' ethereal sky, With hideous ruin and combustion, down To bottomless perdition, there to dwell In adamantine chains and penal fire, Who durst defy th
Página 4 - OF Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste Brought death into the world, and all our woe, With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Restore us, and regain the blissful seat, Sing, heavenly muse, that on the secret top Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire That shepherd, who first taught the chosen seed, In the beginning, how the heavens and earth Rose out of chaos...
Página 11 - Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell Receive thy new possessor; one who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.
Página 109 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ; She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Página 127 - But know that, in the soul, Are many lesser faculties, that serve Reason as chief: among these, Fancy next Her office holds; of all external things, Which the five watchful senses represent, She forms imaginations, aery shapes, Which Reason, joining or disjoining, frames All what we affirm or what deny, and call Our knowledge or opinion ; then retires Into her private cell, when Nature rests.
Página 110 - With thee conversing I forget all time ; All seasons and their change, all please alike. Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening
Página 7 - What though the field be lost ? All is not lost — the unconquerable will. And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield ; And what is else not to be overcome ? That glory never shall his wrath or might no Extort from me.
Página 92 - O thou, that, with surpassing glory crown'd, Look'st from thy sole dominion like the god Of this new world ; at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminish'd heads ; to thee I call, But with no friendly voice, and add thy name, 0 sun ! to tell thee how I hate thy beams, That bring to my remembrance from what state I fell, how glorious once above thy sphere...
Información bibliográfica
| Título | Paradise Lost: A Poem |
| Autor | John Milton |
| Editor | J. W. Lake |
| Colaboradores | Henri Fournier, Baudry's European Library |
| Editor | Baudry's European Library, 1833 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Harvard |
| Digitalizado | 16 Feb. 2006 |
| Largo | 351 páginas |
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