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... once his amanuensis , which were confirmed to me by his daughter , now dwelling in London , and by a letter written to me at my desire by his last wife , who is still alive . I perused the papers of one of his nephews , learned what I ...
... once his amanuensis , which were confirmed to me by his daughter , now dwelling in London , and by a letter written to me at my desire by his last wife , who is still alive . I perused the papers of one of his nephews , learned what I ...
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... once belonging to him , which I now possess ; and much as his violence and rashness of conjecture has been blamed , the public has yet to learn , that his alterations , nu- merous as they were , form only a selection from a much larger ...
... once belonging to him , which I now possess ; and much as his violence and rashness of conjecture has been blamed , the public has yet to learn , that his alterations , nu- merous as they were , form only a selection from a much larger ...
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... once held all Eu- rope in suspense ; the progress of which , under the skill of the combatants , was watched with the most intense anxiety ; which employed the most powerful minds , and included the most im- portant interests ; but ...
... once held all Eu- rope in suspense ; the progress of which , under the skill of the combatants , was watched with the most intense anxiety ; which employed the most powerful minds , and included the most im- portant interests ; but ...
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... once congenial to his mind , and conducive to its improvement ; and he might feel unwilling to be diverted from them , into the barren and unprofitable pursuits , which the old system of collegiate education too often required ; 14 that ...
... once congenial to his mind , and conducive to its improvement ; and he might feel unwilling to be diverted from them , into the barren and unprofitable pursuits , which the old system of collegiate education too often required ; 14 that ...
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... once belonged to Sir Henry Newton Puckering , a benefactor to the library , and was printed at London in 1637 , 4to . Warton says , ' It was with great difficulty and reluctance that Milton first ap- peared as an author . ' Some account ...
... once belonged to Sir Henry Newton Puckering , a benefactor to the library , and was printed at London in 1637 , 4to . Warton says , ' It was with great difficulty and reluctance that Milton first ap- peared as an author . ' Some account ...
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Page 4 - 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 32 - Rose like an exhalation, with the sound Of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet, Built like a temple, where pilasters round Were set, and Doric pillars overlaid With golden architrave; nor did there want Cornice or frieze, with bossy sculptures graven, The roof was fretted gold.
Page 64 - For each seem'd either: black it stood as night, Fierce as ten furies, terrible as Hell, And shook a dreadful dart ; what seem'd his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on.
Page 3 - With vain attempt. Him the Almighty Power Hurled headlong flaming from the ethereal sky With hideous ruin and combustion down To bottomless perdition, there to dwell In adamantine* chains and penal fire, Who durst defy the Omnipotent to arms.
Page 82 - Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note...
Page 64 - That dar'st, though grim and terrible, advance Thy miscreated front athwart my way To yonder gates ? Through them I mean to pass, That be assured, without leave asked of thee. Retire ; or taste thy folly, and learn by proof, Hell-born, not to contend with Spirits of Heaven.
Page 125 - For a man indeed ought not to cover his head, forasmuch as he is the image and glory of God : but the woman is the glory of the man. For the man is not of the woman; but the woman of the man. Neither was the man created for the woman ; but the woman for the man.
Page 3 - Before all temples the upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for Thou know'st; Thou from the first Wast present, and, with mighty wings outspread, Dove-like sat'st brooding on the vast abyss, And mad'st it pregnant: what in me is dark Illumine, what is low raise and support; That to the height of this great argument I may assert eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men.
Page 10 - Created hugest that swim the ocean stream: Him, haply, slumbering on the Norway foam, The pilot of some small night-founder'd skiff Deeming some island, oft, as seamen tell, With fixed anchor in his scaly rind Moors by his side under the lee, while night Invests the sea, and wished morn delays...
Page 137 - 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...