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Which I “ modestly , but freely told him , " says Elwood ; " and " after some further
discourse about it , I pleasantly ** said to him , Thou hast faid much of Paradise
Lost , " but what haft thou faid of Paradise Found ? He * made me no answer , but
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Which I “ modestly , but freely told him , " says Elwood ; " and " after some further
discourse about it , I pleasantly ** said to him , Thou hast faid much of Paradise
Lost , " but what haft thou faid of Paradise Found ? He * made me no answer , but
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... though to his heavier doom , Yet with revenge accomplish'd , and to hell 160
Draw after him the whole race of mankind , By him corrupted ? or wilt thou thyfelf
Abolish thy creation , and unmake For him , what for thy glory thou hast made ?
... though to his heavier doom , Yet with revenge accomplish'd , and to hell 160
Draw after him the whole race of mankind , By him corrupted ? or wilt thou thyfelf
Abolish thy creation , and unmake For him , what for thy glory thou hast made ?
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Under his gloomy pow'r I thall not long Lie vanquish'd ; thou hast giv'n me to
possess 1.ife in myself for ev'r ; by thee I live , Though now to Death I yield , and
am his due 245 All that of me can die ; yet , that debt paid , Thou wilt not leave me
in ...
Under his gloomy pow'r I thall not long Lie vanquish'd ; thou hast giv'n me to
possess 1.ife in myself for ev'r ; by thee I live , Though now to Death I yield , and
am his due 245 All that of me can die ; yet , that debt paid , Thou wilt not leave me
in ...
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Because thou hast , though thron'd in highest bliss , 305 Equal to God , and
equally enjoying God - like fruition , quitted all , to save A world from utter lofs ,
and hast been found By merit more than birth - right Son of God , Found worthiest
to be ...
Because thou hast , though thron'd in highest bliss , 305 Equal to God , and
equally enjoying God - like fruition , quitted all , to save A world from utter lofs ,
and hast been found By merit more than birth - right Son of God , Found worthiest
to be ...
Side 83
Whom hast thou then , or what , to ' acBut Heaven's free love , dealt equally to all
? [ cuse , Be then his love accurs'd , since love or hate , To me alike , it deals
eternal woe . 70 Nay curs'd be thou ; since against his thy will Chose freely what
it ...
Whom hast thou then , or what , to ' acBut Heaven's free love , dealt equally to all
? [ cuse , Be then his love accurs'd , since love or hate , To me alike , it deals
eternal woe . 70 Nay curs'd be thou ; since against his thy will Chose freely what
it ...
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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
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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