imparadise

verb

1. (poetic, transitive)To place in paradise; to put in a state like paradise; to make supremely happy.

   “Then, as all my soules bee, Emparadis’d in you, (in whom alone I understand, and grow and see,) The rafters of my body, bone Being still with you, the Muscle, Sinew, and Veine, Which tile this house, will come againe.”

   “[…] thus these two Imparadis’t in one anothers arms The happier Eden, shall enjoy thir fill Of bliss on bliss, while I to Hell am thrust,”

   “At the time I was enveloped—emparadised let me call it rather, in this blissful solitude, I felt that it was a time more detached from the dross of the world […]”

   “1824, Percy Bysshe Shelley, “The Witch of Atlas” stanza 7 in Posthumous Poems, London: John and Henry L. Hunt, p. 31, […] the pard unstrung His sinews at her feet, and sought to know With looks whose motions spoke without a tongue How he might be as gentle as the doe. The magic circle of her voice and eyes All savage natures did imparadise.”

   “"You’ll have to excuse the general untidiness," she warned him. The sentence was out before she had time to realize that the general untidiness included a searing vision of Lily in an arm-chair, imparadised upon the lap of the impossible Tom Hewitt.”

2. (poetic, transitive)To transform into a paradise.

   “[…] the narrownesse of the coach made them ioine from the foote to the shoulders very close together; the truer touch wherof though it were barred by their enuious apparell, yet as a perfect Magnes, though put in an iuorie boxe, will thorow the boxe send forth his imbraced vertue to a beloued needle; so this imparadised neighbourhood made Zelmanes soule cleaue vnto her, both thorow the iuory case of her body, and the apparell which did ouer-clowd it.”

   “O my bright louely Brooke, whose name doth beare the sound Of Gods first Garden-plot, th’imparadized ground, Wherein he placed Man, from whence by sinne he fell.”

   “1809, James Montgomery, “The West Indies” Part 3 in Poems on the Abolition of the Slave Trade, London: R. Bowyer, p. 21, There is a land, of ev’ry land the pride, Beloved of heaven o’er all the world beside; Where brighter suns dispense serener light, And milder moons emparadise the night;”

   “She would yield to the spell of a night scented with the breath of summer, languorous with soft zephyrs, a night when the spirit of romance itself would emparadise the lonely waste […]”