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... foon : To me , who with eternal famine pine , Alike , is Hell , or Paradise , or
Heav'n ; There best , where most with ravin I may meet : Which here , tho '
plenteous , all too little seems , 600 To stuff this maw , this vast unhide - bound
corps .
... foon : To me , who with eternal famine pine , Alike , is Hell , or Paradise , or
Heav'n ; There best , where most with ravin I may meet : Which here , tho '
plenteous , all too little seems , 600 To stuff this maw , this vast unhide - bound
corps .
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Inexplicable Thy justice seems . -- Yet , to lay truth , too late 755 I thus contest :
then should have been refus'd Those terms whaiever , when they were propos'd :
Thou didît accept them ; wilt thou enjoy the good , Then cavil the conditions ?
Inexplicable Thy justice seems . -- Yet , to lay truth , too late 755 I thus contest :
then should have been refus'd Those terms whaiever , when they were propos'd :
Thou didît accept them ; wilt thou enjoy the good , Then cavil the conditions ?
Side 44
Eve , thy contempt of life and pleafure seems To ague in thee fomeeting more
sublime , And excellent than what thy mind contemns . 1015 But self - destruction
therefore fought , refutes That excellence thought in thee ; and implies , Not thy ...
Eve , thy contempt of life and pleafure seems To ague in thee fomeeting more
sublime , And excellent than what thy mind contemns . 1015 But self - destruction
therefore fought , refutes That excellence thought in thee ; and implies , Not thy ...
Side 76
Much better seems this vision , and more hope Of peaceful days portends , than
those two past : 600 Those were of hate , and death , or pain much worse : Here
Nature seems fulfill'd in all her ends . To whom thus Michael . Judge not , what is
...
Much better seems this vision , and more hope Of peaceful days portends , than
those two past : 600 Those were of hate , and death , or pain much worse : Here
Nature seems fulfill'd in all her ends . To whom thus Michael . Judge not , what is
...
Side 87
The Ark no more now flotes , but seems on ground 850 Fast on the top of some
high mountain fix'd . And now the tops of hills as rocks appear : With clamor
thence rapid currents drive , Tow'rds the retreating sea their furious tide .
Forthwith ...
The Ark no more now flotes , but seems on ground 850 Fast on the top of some
high mountain fix'd . And now the tops of hills as rocks appear : With clamor
thence rapid currents drive , Tow'rds the retreating sea their furious tide .
Forthwith ...
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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