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Side iii
He had a taste for the politer arts , and was particularly skilled in music , in which
he was a fine performer ; and is also celebrated for several pieces of his
composition . By his diligence and economy he acquired a competent estate ,
which ...
He had a taste for the politer arts , and was particularly skilled in music , in which
he was a fine performer ; and is also celebrated for several pieces of his
composition . By his diligence and economy he acquired a competent estate ,
which ...
Side vi
... stage feveral times ; and we hope the fine poetry and morality have
recommended it to the audience , and not barely the authority of Milton's name ;
and we wish , for the honour of the nation , that the like good taste prevailed in
every thing .
... stage feveral times ; and we hope the fine poetry and morality have
recommended it to the audience , and not barely the authority of Milton's name ;
and we wish , for the honour of the nation , that the like good taste prevailed in
every thing .
Side vii
SIR , was a special favour , when you lately bestowed upon me here the first taste
of your acquaintance , though no longer than to make me know that I wanted
more time to value it , and to enjoy it rightly ; and in truih , if I could then have ...
SIR , was a special favour , when you lately bestowed upon me here the first taste
of your acquaintance , though no longer than to make me know that I wanted
more time to value it , and to enjoy it rightly ; and in truih , if I could then have ...
Side 46
... advance Thy miscreated front athwart my way To yonder gares ? Through them
I mean to pass , That be affur'd , without leave ak'd of thee : 685 Retire , or taste
thy folly ' , and learn by proof , Hell - born , not to contend with spi'rits of heaven .
... advance Thy miscreated front athwart my way To yonder gares ? Through them
I mean to pass , That be affur'd , without leave ak'd of thee : 685 Retire , or taste
thy folly ' , and learn by proof , Hell - born , not to contend with spi'rits of heaven .
Side 64
This my long fufferance , and my day of grace , They who neglect and scorn ,
shall never taste ; But hard be harden'd , blind be blinded more , 200 That they
may stumble on , and deeper fall ; And none but such from mercy I exclude . But
yet all ...
This my long fufferance , and my day of grace , They who neglect and scorn ,
shall never taste ; But hard be harden'd , blind be blinded more , 200 That they
may stumble on , and deeper fall ; And none but such from mercy I exclude . But
yet all ...
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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