Paradise Lost book. Read reviews from the world's largest community for readers. John Milton's Paradise Lost is one of the greatest epic poems in t. site has the bad habit of lumping reviews of multiple editions of a book without regard as to author/editor or publisher, to the detriment of the downloader's. John Milton. (–). Complete Poems. The Harvard Classics. – Paradise Lost: The First Book. THE ARGUMENT.—This First Book proposes, first .
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Paradise Lost is an epic poem in blank verse by the 17th-century English poet John Milton In the version of Paradise Lost, the poem was divided into ten books. However, in the edition, Paradise Lost contained twelve books. The John Milton Reading Room This first Book proposes, first in brief, the whole Subject, Mans disobedience, and the loss thereupon of Paradise wherein he was plac't: Then touches the prime cause of his fall, the Serpent, or rather Satan in. Paradise Lost by. JOHN MILTON. set himself in Glory above his Peers,. He trusted to have equal'd the most High,. - 1 -. BOOK I. Milton: Paradise Lost .
The biographer John Aubrey —97 tells us that the poem was begun in about and finished in about However, parts were almost certainly written earlier, and its roots lie in Milton's earliest youth. However, in the edition, Paradise Lost contained twelve books. He also wrote the epic poem while he was often ill, suffering from gout , and despite the fact that he was suffering emotionally after the early death of his second wife, Katherine Woodcock, in , and the death of their infant daughter. The Arguments brief summaries at the head of each book were added in subsequent imprints of the first edition. Please help improve this section by adding citations to reliable sources. Unsourced material may be challenged and removed.
Nor think, though men were none, That Heaven would want spectators, God want praise. Millions of spiritual creatures walk the Earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep: All these with ceaseless praise his works behold Both day and night. Oft in bands While they keep watch, or nightly rounding walk, With heavenly touch of instrumental sounds In full harmonic number joined, their songs Divide the night, and lift our thoughts to Heaven.
The roof Of thickest covert was inwoven shade, Laurel and myrtle, and what higher grew Of firm and fragrant leaf; on either side Acanthus, and each odorous bushy shrub, Fenced up the verdant wall; each beauteous flower, Iris all hues, roses, and gessamin, Reared high their flourished heads between, and wrought Mosaic; under foot the violet, Crocus, and hyacinth, with rich inlay Broidered the ground, more coloured than with stone Of costliest emblem.
Other creature here, Beast, bird, insect, or worm, durst enter none; Such was their awe of Man. In shadier bower More sacred and sequestered, though but feigned, Pan or Sylvanus never slept, nor Nymph For Faunus haunted. But thou hast promised from us two a race To fill the Earth, who shall with us extol Thy goodness infinite, both when we wake, And when we seek, as now, thy gift of sleep.
Our Maker bids increase; who bids abstain But our destroyer, foe to God and Man? Hail, wedded Love, mysterious law, true source Of human offspring, sole propriety In Paradise of all things common else!
By thee adulterous lust was driven from men Among the bestial herds to raunge; by thee, Founded in reason, loyal, just, and pure, Relations dear, and all the charities Of father, son, and brother, first were known.
Far be it that I should write thee sin or blame, Or think thee unbefitting holiest place, Perpetual fountain of domestic sweets, Whose bed is undefiled and chaste pronounced, Present, or past, as saints and patriarchs used.
Here Love his golden shafts imploys, here lights His constant lamp, and waves his purple wings, Reigns here and revels; not in the bought smile Of harlots—loveless, joyless, unindeared, Casual fruition; nor in court amours, Mixed dance, or wanton mask, or midnight bal, Or serenate, which the starved lover sings To his proud fair, best quitted with disdain.
These, lulled by nightingales, imbracing slept, And on their naked limbs the flowery roof Showered roses, which the morn repaired. Sleep on, Blest pair! Now had Night measured with her shadowy cone Half-way up-hill this vast sublunar vault, And from their ivory port the Cherubim Forth issuing, at the accustomed hour, stood armed To their night-watches in warlike parade; When Gabriel to his next in power thus spake:— "Uzziel, half these draw off, and coast the south With strictest watch; these other wheel the north: Our circuit meets full west.
From these, two strong and subtle Spirits he called That near him stood, and gave them thus in charge:— "Ithuriel and Zephon, with winged speed Search through this Garden; leave unsearched no nook; But chiefly where those two fair creatures lodge, Now laid perhaps asleep, secure of harm. Him there they found Squat like a toad, close at the ear of Eve, Assaying by his devilish art to reach The organs of her fancy, and with them forge Illusions as he list, phantasms and dreams; Or if, inspiring venom, he might taint The animal spirits, that from pure blood arise Like gentle breaths from rivers pure, thence raise, At least distempered, discontented thoughts, Vain hopes, vain aims, inordinate desires, Blown up with high conceits ingendering pride.
Him thus intent Ithuriel with his spear Touched lightly; for no falsehood can endure Touch of celestial temper, but returns Of force to its own likeness. Up he starts, Discovered and surprised.
As, when a spark Lights on a heap of nitrous powder, laid Fit for the tun, some magazine to store Against a rumoured war, the smutty grain, With sudden blaze diffused, inflames the air; So started up, in his own shape, the Fiend. Ye knew me once no mate For you, there sitting where ye durst not soar! Not to know me argues yourselves unknown, The lowest of your throng; or, if ye know, Why ask ye, and superfluous begin Your message, like to end as much in vain?
That glory then, when thou no more wast good, Departed from thee; and thou resemblest now Thy sin and place of doom obscure and foul.
But come; for thou, be sure, shalt give account To him who sent us, whose charge is to keep This place inviolable, and these from harm. Abashed the Devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is, and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely—saw, and pined His loss; but chiefly to find here observed His lustre visibly impaired; yet seemed Undaunted. To strive or fly He held it vain; awe from above had quelled His heart, not else dismayed. Now drew they nigh The western point, where those half—rounding guards Just met, and, closing, stood in squadron joined, Awaiting next command.
Stand firm, for in his look defiance lours. To whom, with stern regard, thus Gabriel spake:— "Why hast thou, Satan, broke the bounds prescribed To thy transgressions, and disturbed the charge Of others, who approve not to transgress By thy example, but have power and right To question thy bold entrance on this place; Imployed, it seems to violate sleep, and those Whose dwelling God hath planted here in bliss?
Lives there who loves his pain? Who would not, finding way, break loose from Hell, Though thither doomed? And wilt object His will who bound us? Let him surer bar His iron gates, if he intends our stay In that dark durance. Thus much what was asked: The rest is true; they found me where they say; But that implies not violence or harm.
The warlike Angel moved, Disdainfully half smiling, thus replied:— "O loss of one in Heaven to judge of wise, Since Satan fell, whom folly overthrew, And now returns him from his prison scaped, Gravely in doubt whether to hold them wise Or not who ask what boldness brought him hither Unlicensed from his bounds in Hell prescribed! So wise he judges it to fly from pain However, and to scape his punishment! But wherefore thou alone? Wherefore with thee Came not all Hell broke loose?
Is pain to them Less pain, less to be fled? Courageous chief, The first in flight from pain, hadst thou alleged To thy deserted host this cause of flight, Thou surely hadst not come sole fugitive. But still thy words at random, as before, Argue thy inexperience what behoves, From hard assays and ill successes past, A faithful leader—not to hazard all Through ways of danger by himself untried. I, therefore, I alone, first undertook To wing the desolate Abyss, and spy This new-created World, whereof in Hell Fame is not silent, here in hope to find Better abode, and my afflicted Powers To settle here on Earth, or in mid Air; Though for possession put to try once more What thou and thy gay legions dare against; Whose easier business where to serve their Lord High up in Heaven, with songs to hymn his throne, And practiced distances to cringe, not fight.
O name, O sacred name of faithfulness profaned! Faithful to whom? Army of fiends, fit body to fit head! Was this your discipline and faith ingaged, Your military obedience, to dissolve Allegiance to the acknowledged Power Supreme? But mark what I areed thee now: Avaunt! If from this hour Within these hallowed limits thou appear, Back to the Infernal Pit I drag thee chained, And seal thee so as henceforth not to scorn The facile gates of Hell too slightly barred.
On the other side, Satan, alarmed, Collecting all his might, dilated stood, Like Teneriff or Atlas, unremoved: His stature reached the sky, and on his crest Sat Horror plumed; nor wanted in his grasp What seemed both spear and shield.
For proof look up, And read thy lot in yon celestial sign, Where thou art weighed, and shown how light, how weak If thou resist. This poem is in the public domain.
John Milton was born in London on December 9, , into a middle-class family. For example: it's hinted a little that God sets Satan up to fall. He gives a stern warning that anyone who disobeys him or his son will be cast out of Heaven. But since there's no sin or evil at the time of his speech, why give the warning?
Isn't that like saying "Don't touch these cookies while I'm gone" to a kid who didn't realize there were cookies until you pointed them out?
How gladly would I meet Mortality my sentence Like Giordano Bruno, he understands that our earth is a tiny speck in the universe, and he gets that all the stars are suns like ours, and therefore could have planets like ours around them. He also thinks they might be inhabited; our species might not be God's only experiment. Elsewhere, other Adams and Eves may have faced the same test of the Tree of Knowledge - and they might have passed it.
Isn't that an amazing thought?
Whom thus the Prince of Darkness answerd glad. Therefore while I Descend through Darkness, on your Rode with ease To my associate Powers, them to acquaint [ ] With these successes, and with them rejoyce, You two this way, among these numerous Orbs All yours, right down to Paradise descend; There dwell and Reign in bliss, thence on the Earth Dominion exercise and in the Aire, [ ] Chiefly on Man, sole Lord of all declar'd, Him first make sure your thrall, and lastly kill.
My Substitutes I send ye, and Create Plenipotent on Earth, of matchless might Issuing from mee: on your joynt vigor now [ ] My hold of this new Kingdom all depends, Through Sin to Death expos'd by my exploit.
If your joynt power prevailes, th' affaires of Hell No detriment need feare, goe and be strong. So saying he dismiss'd them, they with speed [ ] Thir course through thickest Constellations held Spreading thir bane; the blasted Starrs lookt wan, And Planets, Planet-strook , real Eclips Then sufferd.
There kept thir Watch the Legions, while the Grand In Council sate, sollicitous what chance Might intercept thir Emperour sent, so hee Departing gave command, and they observ'd. So these the late Heav'n-banisht Host, left desert utmost Hell Many a dark League, reduc't in careful Watch Round thir Metropolis, and now expecting Each hour thir great adventurer from the search [ ] Of Forrein Worlds: he through the midst unmarkt, In shew Plebeian Angel militant Of lowest order, past; and from the dore Of that Plutonian Hall, invisible Ascended his high Throne, which under state [ ] Of richest texture spred, at th' upper end Was plac't in regal lustre.
Down a while He sate, and round about him saw unseen: At last as from a Cloud his fulgent head And shape Starr bright appeer'd, or brighter, clad [ ] With what permissive glory since his fall Was left him, or false glitter: All amaz'd At that so sudden blaze the Stygian throng Bent thir aspect , and whom they wish'd beheld, Thir mighty Chief returnd: loud was th' acclaime: [ ] Forth rush'd in haste the great consulting Peers, Rais'd from thir dark Divan , and with like joy Congratulant approach'd him, who with hand Silence, and with these words attention won.
Thrones, Dominations, Princedoms, Vertues, Powers, [ ] For in possession such, not onely of right, I call ye and declare ye now, returnd Successful beyond hope, to lead ye forth Triumphant out of this infernal Pit Abominable, accurst, the house of woe, [ ] And Dungeon of our Tyrant: Now possess, As Lords, a spacious World, to our native Heaven Little inferiour, by my adventure hard With peril great atchiev'd.
True is, mee also he hath judg'd, or rather Mee not, but the brute Serpent in whose shape [ ] Man I deceav'd: that which to mee belongs, Is enmity, which he will put between Mee and Mankinde; I am to bruise his heel; His Seed, when is not set, shall bruise my head: A World who would not download with a bruise , [ ] Or much more grievous pain?
Ye have th' account Of my performance: What remains, ye Gods, But up and enter now into full bliss. Thus was th' applause they meant, [ ] Turn'd to exploding hiss, triumph to shame Cast on themselves from thir own mouths. Thus were they plagu'd And worn with Famin, long and ceasless hiss, Till thir lost shape, permitted, they resum'd, Yearly enjoynd, some say, to undergo [ ] This annual humbling certain number'd days, To dash thir pride, and joy for Man seduc't.
Mean while in Paradise the hellish pair [ ] Too soon arriv'd, Sin there in power before, Once actual, now in body , and to dwell Habitual habitant; behind her Death Close following pace for pace, not mounted yet On his pale Horse : to whom Sin thus began. To mee, who with eternal Famin pine, Alike is Hell, or Paradise, or Heaven, There best, where most with ravin I may meet; Which here, though plenteous, all too little seems [ ] To stuff this Maw, this vast unhide-bound Corps.
To whom th' incestuous Mother thus repli'd. Thou therefore on these Herbs, and Fruits, and Flours Feed first, on each Beast next, and Fish, and Fowle, No homely morsels, and whatever thing [ ] The Sithe of Time mowes down, devour unspar'd, Till I in Man residing through the Race, His thoughts, his looks, words, actions all infect, And season him thy last and sweetest prey.
This said, they both betook them several wayes, [ ] Both to destroy, or unimmortal make All kinds, and for destruction to mature Sooner or later; which th' Almightie seeing, From his transcendent Seat the Saints among, To those bright Orders utterd thus his voice.