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Then with expanded wings he steers his fight 225 Aloft , incumbent on the dusky
air , That felt unusual weight , till on dry land He lights , if it were land that ever
burn'd With folid , as the lake with liquid fire ; And such appear'd in hue , as when
...
Then with expanded wings he steers his fight 225 Aloft , incumbent on the dusky
air , That felt unusual weight , till on dry land He lights , if it were land that ever
burn'd With folid , as the lake with liquid fire ; And such appear'd in hue , as when
...
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... 285 Behind hiin cast ; the broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the
moon , whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views At evening from
the top of Fefolé , Or in Valdarno , to descry new lands , 290 Rivers or mountains
in ...
... 285 Behind hiin cast ; the broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the
moon , whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views At evening from
the top of Fefolé , Or in Valdarno , to descry new lands , 290 Rivers or mountains
in ...
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Wav'd round the coast , up call'd a pitchy cloud 348 Of locuits , warpi - on the
eastern wind , That o'er the realm of impious Pharaoh hung Like night , and
darken'd all the land of Nile : So numberless were those bad angels seen
Hovering on ...
Wav'd round the coast , up call'd a pitchy cloud 348 Of locuits , warpi - on the
eastern wind , That o'er the realm of impious Pharaoh hung Like night , and
darken'd all the land of Nile : So numberless were those bad angels seen
Hovering on ...
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rind Ida known ; thence on the snowy top 515 Of cold Olympus rul'd the middle air
, Their highelt heav'n ; cr on the Delphian cliff , Or in Dodona , and through all the
bounds Of Doric land ; or who with Saturn old Fled over Adria to th ' Hesperian ...
rind Ida known ; thence on the snowy top 515 Of cold Olympus rul'd the middle air
, Their highelt heav'n ; cr on the Delphian cliff , Or in Dodona , and through all the
bounds Of Doric land ; or who with Saturn old Fled over Adria to th ' Hesperian ...
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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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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
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 |