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Tho ' earn'd With travel difficult , not better far Than still at Hell's dark threshold t '
have sat watch , Unnam'd , undreaded , and thyself half starv'd ? 595 Whom thus
the sin - born monster ' answer'd foon : To me , who with eternal famine pine ...
Tho ' earn'd With travel difficult , not better far Than still at Hell's dark threshold t '
have sat watch , Unnam'd , undreaded , and thyself half starv'd ? 595 Whom thus
the sin - born monster ' answer'd foon : To me , who with eternal famine pine ...
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She ended here , or vehement despair Broke off the rest : so much of death her
thoughts Had entertain'd , as dy'd her cheeks with pale , But Adam , with such
counsel nothing fway'd , To better hopes his more attentive mind Lab'ring had
rais'd ...
She ended here , or vehement despair Broke off the rest : so much of death her
thoughts Had entertain'd , as dy'd her cheeks with pale , But Adam , with such
counsel nothing fway'd , To better hopes his more attentive mind Lab'ring had
rais'd ...
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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
...
... 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 47
1085 What better can we do , than to the place Repairing where he judg'd us ,
prostrate fall Before him reverent ; and there confess Humbly our faults , and
pardon heg ; with tears Wat'ring the ground , and with our lighs the air 1090 ...
1085 What better can we do , than to the place Repairing where he judg'd us ,
prostrate fall Before him reverent ; and there confess Humbly our faults , and
pardon heg ; with tears Wat'ring the ground , and with our lighs the air 1090 ...
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A Poem in Twelve Books. 2 John Milton. reie . The smell of peace tow'rd mankind
: let him live Before thee reconcild , at least his days Number'd , tho ' sad . , till
Death , his doom , which I 40 To mitigate thus plead , not to reverse , To better life
...
A Poem in Twelve Books. 2 John Milton. reie . The smell of peace tow'rd mankind
: let him live Before thee reconcild , at least his days Number'd , tho ' sad . , till
Death , his doom , which I 40 To mitigate thus plead , not to reverse , To better life
...
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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 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
Bibliografiske oplysninger
| Titel | Paradise Lost0: A Poem in Twelve Books. 2 Bind 2 af English library / Authors in verse |
| Forfatter | John Milton |
| Udgiver | Steudel and Keil, 1805 |
| Oprindeligt fra | Det bayerske statsbibliotek |
| Digitaliseret | 7. okt 2016 |
| Længde | 211 sider |
| Eksporter henvisning | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |