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Methinks I feel new strength within me rise , Wings growing , and dominion giv'n
me large Beyond this deep : whatever draws me on , 245 Or fympathy , or some
connatural force , Pow'rful at greatest distance to unite With secret amity things of
...
Methinks I feel new strength within me rise , Wings growing , and dominion giv'n
me large Beyond this deep : whatever draws me on , 245 Or fympathy , or some
connatural force , Pow'rful at greatest distance to unite With secret amity things of
...
Side 13
... Deep to the roots of Hell the gather'd beach They fasten'd ; and the mole
immense vrought 300 Over the foaming deep high arch'd : a bridge , Of length
prodigious , joining to the wall Immoveable of this now fenceless world , Forfeit to
Death ...
... Deep to the roots of Hell the gather'd beach They fasten'd ; and the mole
immense vrought 300 Over the foaming deep high arch'd : a bridge , Of length
prodigious , joining to the wall Immoveable of this now fenceless world , Forfeit to
Death ...
Side 21
1 What I have done , what Cuffer'd , with what pain 470 Voyag'd th ' unreal , valt ,
unbounded deep Of horrible confufion ! over which By Sin and Death a broad
way now is pav'd To expedite your glorious march ; but I Toild out my uncouth ...
1 What I have done , what Cuffer'd , with what pain 470 Voyag'd th ' unreal , valt ,
unbounded deep Of horrible confufion ! over which By Sin and Death a broad
way now is pav'd To expedite your glorious march ; but I Toild out my uncouth ...
Side 30
... As deep as Capricorn , to bring in change Of seasons to each clime : else had
the spring Perpetual smild on earth with vernant flowers , Equal in days and
nights , except to those 630 Beyond the Polar circles : to them day Had
unbenighted ...
... As deep as Capricorn , to bring in change Of seasons to each clime : else had
the spring Perpetual smild on earth with vernant flowers , Equal in days and
nights , except to those 630 Beyond the Polar circles : to them day Had
unbenighted ...
Side 37
Out of which I find no way , from deep to deeper plung'd ! Thus Adam to himself
lamented loud 845 Through the still night , not now , as ere man fell , Wholesome
and cool , and mild ; but with black air Accompanied : with damps and dreadful ...
Out of which I find no way , from deep to deeper plung'd ! Thus Adam to himself
lamented loud 845 Through the still night , not now , as ere man fell , Wholesome
and cool , and mild ; but with black air Accompanied : with damps and dreadful ...
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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 |