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Side xliv
And indeed the best vindicator of him and his writings hath been Time . Pofterity
hath univer , fally paid that honour to his merits , which was denied him by great
part of his contemporaries , After After a life thus spent in study and labours for
xliy ...
And indeed the best vindicator of him and his writings hath been Time . Pofterity
hath univer , fally paid that honour to his merits , which was denied him by great
part of his contemporaries , After After a life thus spent in study and labours for
xliy ...
Side 5
... realms of light 85 Cloth'd with transcendent brightness did it outfaine Myriads ,
tho ' bright ! if he whom mutual league , United thoughts and counsels , equal
hope And hazard in the glorious enterprize , Join'd with me once , now misery
hath ...
... realms of light 85 Cloth'd with transcendent brightness did it outfaine Myriads ,
tho ' bright ! if he whom mutual league , United thoughts and counsels , equal
hope And hazard in the glorious enterprize , Join'd with me once , now misery
hath ...
Side 7
... and rue the dire event , That with sad overthrow and foul defeat 135 Hath lost
us heav'n , and all this mighty host In horrible destruction laid thus low , As far as
gods and heav'nly effences Can perilh : for the mind and spirit remains Invincible
...
... and rue the dire event , That with sad overthrow and foul defeat 135 Hath lost
us heav'n , and all this mighty host In horrible destruction laid thus low , As far as
gods and heav'nly effences Can perilh : for the mind and spirit remains Invincible
...
Side 8
But see the angry Victor hath recall'd His ministers of vengeance and pursuit .
170Back to the gates of heav'n : the fulph'rous hail Shot after us in storm , o'
erblown , hath laid The fiery surge , that from the precipice Of heav'n receiv'd us
falling ...
But see the angry Victor hath recall'd His ministers of vengeance and pursuit .
170Back to the gates of heav'n : the fulph'rous hail Shot after us in storm , o'
erblown , hath laid The fiery surge , that from the precipice Of heav'n receiv'd us
falling ...
Side 10
B ' it so , since he 245 Who ' now as Sov'reign can dispose and bid What shall be
right : farthest from him is best , Whom reas'n hath equalld , force hath made
fupreme Above his equals . Farewel , happy fields , Where joy for ever dwells !
B ' it so , since he 245 Who ' now as Sov'reign can dispose and bid What shall be
right : farthest from him is best , Whom reas'n hath equalld , force hath made
fupreme Above his equals . Farewel , happy fields , Where joy for ever dwells !
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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 |