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Side xlii
So that , by one means or other , Milton is now confi . dered as an English classic
; and the Paradise Loft is generally esteemed the noblest and most sublime of
modern poems , and equal at least to the best of the ancient ; the honour of this ...
So that , by one means or other , Milton is now confi . dered as an English classic
; and the Paradise Loft is generally esteemed the noblest and most sublime of
modern poems , and equal at least to the best of the ancient ; the honour of this ...
Side xliii
That great artist has done equal justice to our Author's L'Allegro and Il Penserofo ,
as if the same spirit possessed both masters , and as if the god of music and of
verse was still one and the same ; C6 These - There are also some other pieces ...
That great artist has done equal justice to our Author's L'Allegro and Il Penserofo ,
as if the same spirit possessed both masters , and as if the god of music and of
verse was still one and the same ; C6 These - There are also some other pieces ...
Side xlvii
... that he and Mr. King ( whose death be laments in his Lycidas ) were
competitors for a fellowfhip , and when they were both equal in point of learning ,
Mr. King was preferred by the college for his character of good nature , which was
wanting ...
... that he and Mr. King ( whose death be laments in his Lycidas ) were
competitors for a fellowfhip , and when they were both equal in point of learning ,
Mr. King was preferred by the college for his character of good nature , which was
wanting ...
Side xlviii
All who have written any accounts of his life agree , that he was affable and
instructive in converfation , of an equal and chearful temper ; and yet I can easily
be . lieve , that he had a fuffcient sense of his own merits ; and contempt enough
for ...
All who have written any accounts of his life agree , that he was affable and
instructive in converfation , of an equal and chearful temper ; and yet I can easily
be . lieve , that he had a fuffcient sense of his own merits ; and contempt enough
for ...
Side lxiii
At once delight and horror on us feize , Thou sing'n with so much gravity and
ease ; And above human fight dost foar aloft , With . plume so strong , fo equal ,
and fo foft . The bird nam'd from that Paradise you sing So never flags , but
always ...
At once delight and horror on us feize , Thou sing'n with so much gravity and
ease ; And above human fight dost foar aloft , With . plume so strong , fo equal ,
and fo foft . The bird nam'd from that Paradise you sing So never flags , but
always ...
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LibraryThing Review
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
LibraryThing Review
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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