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Side 43
... And torment less than none of what we dread ; Then both ourselves and feed
at once to free , From what we fear for both , let us make short , Let us seek Death
: or he not found , supply With our own hands his office on ourselves , Why stand
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... And torment less than none of what we dread ; Then both ourselves and feed
at once to free , From what we fear for both , let us make short , Let us seek Death
: or he not found , supply With our own hands his office on ourselves , Why stand
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Side 45
Then , let us seek Some safer resolution , which methinks I have in view , calling
to mind with heed 1030 Part of our sentence , that „ thy feed shall bruise „ The
Serpents head : “ Piteous amends ! unless Be meant , whom I conjecture , our ...
Then , let us seek Some safer resolution , which methinks I have in view , calling
to mind with heed 1030 Part of our sentence , that „ thy feed shall bruise „ The
Serpents head : “ Piteous amends ! unless Be meant , whom I conjecture , our ...
Side 46
... Thattering the graceful locks Of those fair spreading trees ; which bids us seek
Some better shrowd , some better warmth to cherish Our limbs benumm'd ; e're
this diurnal star Leave cold the night , how we his gather'd beams 1070 Reflected
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... Thattering the graceful locks Of those fair spreading trees ; which bids us seek
Some better shrowd , some better warmth to cherish Our limbs benumm'd ; e're
this diurnal star Leave cold the night , how we his gather'd beams 1070 Reflected
...
Side 63
I yonder nether world where shall I seek His bright appearances , or foot - step
trace ? For though I fled him angry , yet recallid 330 To life prolong'd , and promis'
d race I now Gladly behold though but his utmost [ kirts Of glory , and far off his ...
I yonder nether world where shall I seek His bright appearances , or foot - step
trace ? For though I fled him angry , yet recallid 330 To life prolong'd , and promis'
d race I now Gladly behold though but his utmost [ kirts Of glory , and far off his ...
Side 112
... 510 Of lucre and ambition ; and the truth With superstitions and tradi ions taint ,
Left only in those written records pure , Though not but by the Spirit underitood ,
Then They die . 1 Then shall they seek to avail themselves of names , 112 112 ...
... 510 Of lucre and ambition ; and the truth With superstitions and tradi ions taint ,
Left only in those written records pure , Though not but by the Spirit underitood ,
Then They die . 1 Then shall they seek to avail themselves of names , 112 112 ...
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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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Adam againſt alſo Angels arms behold beſt better BOOK bounds bring brought callid cloud comes death deeds deep deſcended doubt dwell earth evil eyes fair faith fall fame Father fear fell fight fire firſt fruit glory grace ground hand haſt hath head hear heard heart Heav'n Hell hill himſelf hold hope juſt king kingdom land laſt late leave leſs light live Lord loſt mankind means mind moſt muſt nature night once Paradiſe peace plain pow'r race reign reply'd reſt return'd Satan Saviour ſaw ſea ſeat ſee ſeek ſeems ſet ſhall ſhalt ſhould ſome ſon ſoon ſtand ſtate ſtill ſtood ſuch Tempter thee themſelves thence theſe things thoſe thou art thought throne till tree true truth virtue voice waſte whoſe wide