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Great joy was at their meeting , and at light 350 Of that ftupendous bridge his joy
increas'd . Long he admiring stood , till Sin , his fair Inchanting daugther , thus the
filence broke . O parent ! these are thy magnific deeds , Tby trophies , which ...
Great joy was at their meeting , and at light 350 Of that ftupendous bridge his joy
increas'd . Long he admiring stood , till Sin , his fair Inchanting daugther , thus the
filence broke . O parent ! these are thy magnific deeds , Tby trophies , which ...
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Whom thus the Prince of darkness answer'd glad : Fair Daughter , and thou Son
and Grandchild both ! High proof ye now have giv'n to be the race 385 Of Satan ,
for I glory in the name , Antagonist of Heav'n's Almighty King Amply have meriter
...
Whom thus the Prince of darkness answer'd glad : Fair Daughter , and thou Son
and Grandchild both ! High proof ye now have giv'n to be the race 385 Of Satan ,
for I glory in the name , Antagonist of Heav'n's Almighty King Amply have meriter
...
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There stood A grove hard by , { prung up with this their change , His will who
reigns above , to aggravate Their penance , laden with fair fruit , like that 550
Which grew in Paradise , the bait of Eve * Us'd by the tempter : on that prospect
strange ...
There stood A grove hard by , { prung up with this their change , His will who
reigns above , to aggravate Their penance , laden with fair fruit , like that 550
Which grew in Paradise , the bait of Eve * Us'd by the tempter : on that prospect
strange ...
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615 See , with what heat these dogs of hell advance To waste and havock
yonder world , which I So fair and good created ; and had still Kept in that state ,
had not the folly of man Eet in these wasteful Furies ; who impute 620 Folly to me
: so ...
615 See , with what heat these dogs of hell advance To waste and havock
yonder world , which I So fair and good created ; and had still Kept in that state ,
had not the folly of man Eet in these wasteful Furies ; who impute 620 Folly to me
: so ...
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A Poem in Twelve Books. 2 John Milton. Be it so ! for I submit : his doom is fair ,
That dust I am , and shall to dust return : 770 O welcome hour whenever ! Why
delays His hand to e ecute , what his decree Fix'd on this day ? Why do I dverlive
?
A Poem in Twelve Books. 2 John Milton. Be it so ! for I submit : his doom is fair ,
That dust I am , and shall to dust return : 770 O welcome hour whenever ! Why
delays His hand to e ecute , what his decree Fix'd on this day ? Why do I dverlive
?
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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 |