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3103 And broken chariot wheels : So thick beltrown Abject and lost lay these ,
cov'ring the flood , Under amazement of their hideous change . He callid fo lovd ,
thạt all the hollow deep Of hell resounded . Princes , potentates , 315 Warriors ,
the ...
3103 And broken chariot wheels : So thick beltrown Abject and lost lay these ,
cov'ring the flood , Under amazement of their hideous change . He callid fo lovd ,
thạt all the hollow deep Of hell resounded . Princes , potentates , 315 Warriors ,
the ...
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Nor was his name unhear'd , or unador'd , In ancient Greece ; and in Ausonian
land Men callid him Mulciber ; and how he fell 740 From heav'n , they fabled ,
thrown by angry Jove Sheer o'er the crystal battlements ; from morn To noon he
fel ...
Nor was his name unhear'd , or unador'd , In ancient Greece ; and in Ausonian
land Men callid him Mulciber ; and how he fell 740 From heav'n , they fabled ,
thrown by angry Jove Sheer o'er the crystal battlements ; from morn To noon he
fel ...
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910 Fly o'er the backlide of the world far off Into a limbo large and broad , since
callid 495 The Paradise of Fools , to few unknown Long after , now unpeopled
and untrod . All this dark globe the fiend found as he pass'd ; : And long he ...
910 Fly o'er the backlide of the world far off Into a limbo large and broad , since
callid 495 The Paradise of Fools , to few unknown Long after , now unpeopled
and untrod . All this dark globe the fiend found as he pass'd ; : And long he ...
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... him thou shalt enjoy Inseparably thine , to him thalt bear Multitudes like thyself ,
and thence be callid Mother of human race , What could I do , 475 But follow strait
, invisibly thus led ? Till I espy'd thee , fair indeed and tall , Under a platan ; yet ...
... him thou shalt enjoy Inseparably thine , to him thalt bear Multitudes like thyself ,
and thence be callid Mother of human race , What could I do , 475 But follow strait
, invisibly thus led ? Till I espy'd thee , fair indeed and tall , Under a platan ; yet ...
Side 95
Yet let me not forget what I have gain'd From their own mouths : all is not theirs it
seems ; One fatal tree there stands , of knowledge callid , Forbidden them to taste
. Knowledge forbidden ? 515 Suspicious , reasonless . Why should their Lord ...
Yet let me not forget what I have gain'd From their own mouths : all is not theirs it
seems ; One fatal tree there stands , of knowledge callid , Forbidden them to taste
. Knowledge forbidden ? 515 Suspicious , reasonless . Why should their Lord ...
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Brugeranmeldelse - VivalaErin - LibraryThingThe shortest answer is: John Milton was a poetic genius. PL is so beautiful, you can't help but feel for Adam and Eve. Even Satan is a great character - he so wants to be an epic hero. This poem is a masterpiece, and he wrote it completely blind. Beautiful, absolutely amazing. Læs hele anmeldelsen
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Brugeranmeldelse - StefanY - LibraryThingHistorical significance and beautifully descriptive prose aside, I couldn't get into this book at all. Maybe it's too much familiarity with the plot or the inevitability of the impending doom of the ... Læs hele anmeldelsen
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Adam againſt alſo angel appear arms behold beſt bring callid cloud created dark death deep delight divine doubt dwell earth equal eternal evil eyes fair faith fall Father fear field fight fire firſt fome fons fruit glory gods grace hand happy haſt hath head heard heart heav'n hell hill himſelf hope houſe Italy King land laſt late Latin learned leave leſs light live look loſt mean Milton mind morn moſt muſt nature never night once pain Paradiſe peace perhaps reaſon receive reſt round ſaid Satan ſay ſeems ſeveral ſhall ſhape ſhe ſhould ſome ſpirit ſtate ſtill ſtood ſuch ſweet taſte thee thence theſe things thoſe thou thought throne till tree virtue voice whoſe wide wings
Bibliografiske oplysninger
| Titel | Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve Books |
| Forfatter | John Milton |
| Udgiver | A. Donalson, and fold at his shop, 1772 |
| Oprindeligt fra | Complutense-universitetet i Madrid |
| Digitaliseret | 5. aug 2009 |
| Længde | 323 sider |
| Eksporter henvisning | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |