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So judg'd he Man , both Judge and Saviour sent ; And th'instant stroke of Death ,
denounc'd that day , 210 Remov'd far off : then , pitying how they stood Before
him naked to the air , that now Must suffer change , disdain'd not to begin ...
So judg'd he Man , both Judge and Saviour sent ; And th'instant stroke of Death ,
denounc'd that day , 210 Remov'd far off : then , pitying how they stood Before
him naked to the air , that now Must suffer change , disdain'd not to begin ...
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Disabled not to give thee thy deaths wound : Which he , who comes thy Saviour ,
shall recure , Not by destroying Satan , but his works , In thee and in thy seed .
Nor can this be , 395 But by fulfilling that , which thou didst want , Obedience to
the ...
Disabled not to give thee thy deaths wound : Which he , who comes thy Saviour ,
shall recure , Not by destroying Satan , but his works , In thee and in thy seed .
Nor can this be , 395 But by fulfilling that , which thou didst want , Obedience to
the ...
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1 Appear of respiration to the juft , 540 And vengeance to the wicked : at return Of
Him fo lately promisd to thy aid , The Woman's Seed ; obscurely then foretold ,
Now amplier known thy Saviour , and thy Lord ; Last in the clouds from Heav'n to
...
1 Appear of respiration to the juft , 540 And vengeance to the wicked : at return Of
Him fo lately promisd to thy aid , The Woman's Seed ; obscurely then foretold ,
Now amplier known thy Saviour , and thy Lord ; Last in the clouds from Heav'n to
...
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So they in Heav'n their odes and vigils tund : Mean while the Son of God , who
yet some days Lodg'd in Bethabara , where Jobu baptiz'l , 185 How best the
mighty work he might begin Of Saviour to mankind , and which way first Publish
his ...
So they in Heav'n their odes and vigils tund : Mean while the Son of God , who
yet some days Lodg'd in Bethabara , where Jobu baptiz'l , 185 How best the
mighty work he might begin Of Saviour to mankind , and which way first Publish
his ...
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405 To whom our Saviour Iternly thus reply'd . Defervediy thou griev'st , compos'd
of lies From the beginning , and in lies wilt end ; Wło boast'st release from Hell ,
and leave to come Into the Heav'n of Heav'ns ; thou com'ft indeed , 410 As a ...
405 To whom our Saviour Iternly thus reply'd . Defervediy thou griev'st , compos'd
of lies From the beginning , and in lies wilt end ; Wło boast'st release from Hell ,
and leave to come Into the Heav'n of Heav'ns ; thou com'ft indeed , 410 As a ...
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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