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But fall'n he is , and now What rests , but that the mortal Sentence pass On his
transgreflion , death denounc'd that i i day ; ' . Which he presumes already vain
and void , 50 Because not inflicted , as he fear'd , By some immediate stroke : aut
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But fall'n he is , and now What rests , but that the mortal Sentence pass On his
transgreflion , death denounc'd that i i day ; ' . Which he presumes already vain
and void , 50 Because not inflicted , as he fear'd , By some immediate stroke : aut
...
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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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Within the gates of Hell fat Sin and Death , 230 In counterview within the gates ,
that now Stood open wide , belching outrageous flame Far into Chaos , lince the
Fiend past through , Sin opening : who thus now to Death began . O fon ! why fit ...
Within the gates of Hell fat Sin and Death , 230 In counterview within the gates ,
that now Stood open wide , belching outrageous flame Far into Chaos , lince the
Fiend past through , Sin opening : who thus now to Death began . O fon ! why fit ...
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Go whither fate and inclination strong 265 Leads thee ; I shall not lag behind , nor
err The way , thou leading , such a scent I draw Of carnage , prey innumerable ,
and taste The favour of Death from all things there that live . Nor shall I to the ...
Go whither fate and inclination strong 265 Leads thee ; I shall not lag behind , nor
err The way , thou leading , such a scent I draw Of carnage , prey innumerable ,
and taste The favour of Death from all things there that live . Nor shall I to the ...
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The aggregated soil Death with his mace petrific , cold and dry , As with a trident
smote ; and fix'd as firm 295 As Delos floating once : the rest his ' look Bound with
Gorgonian rigor not to move : And with Asphaltic slime , broad as the gate ...
The aggregated soil Death with his mace petrific , cold and dry , As with a trident
smote ; and fix'd as firm 295 As Delos floating once : the rest his ' look Bound with
Gorgonian rigor not to move : And with Asphaltic slime , broad as the gate ...
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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 |