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Which he presumes already vain and void , 50 Because not inflicted , as he fear'd
, By some immediate stroke : aut Toon shall find Forbearance no acquittance e're
day end . Justice liiall not return , as bounty , scorn'd . But whom send I to ...
Which he presumes already vain and void , 50 Because not inflicted , as he fear'd
, By some immediate stroke : aut Toon shall find Forbearance no acquittance e're
day end . Justice liiall not return , as bounty , scorn'd . But whom send I to ...
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To whom The gracious Judge without revile reply'd . , My voice thou oft haft heard
, and hast not fear'd , But still rejoic'd : how is it now become 120 So dreadful to
thee ? That thou art naked , who Had told thee ? Hast thou eaten of the tree ...
To whom The gracious Judge without revile reply'd . , My voice thou oft haft heard
, and hast not fear'd , But still rejoic'd : how is it now become 120 So dreadful to
thee ? That thou art naked , who Had told thee ? Hast thou eaten of the tree ...
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If your joint pow'r prevail , th ' affairs of hell No detriment need fear ; go and be
strong . So saying he dismiss'd them ; they with speed 410 Their course through
thickest constellations held , Spreading their bane ; the blasted stars look'd wan ...
If your joint pow'r prevail , th ' affairs of hell No detriment need fear ; go and be
strong . So saying he dismiss'd them ; they with speed 410 Their course through
thickest constellations held , Spreading their bane ; the blasted stars look'd wan ...
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There I should reft , And sleep secure : His dreadful voice no more Would '
thunder in my ears : no fear of worfe 780 To me and to my offspring would
torment me With cruel expectation . Yet one doubt Persues me still , left all I
cannot die ; Lest ...
There I should reft , And sleep secure : His dreadful voice no more Would '
thunder in my ears : no fear of worfe 780 To me and to my offspring would
torment me With cruel expectation . Yet one doubt Persues me still , left all I
cannot die ; Lest ...
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... and so last To perpetuity . Ay me ! That fear Comes thund'ring back with
dreadful revolution On my defenseless head ; both Death and I 815 Am found
eternal , and incorparate both , Nor I on my part single , in me all Posterity stands
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... and so last To perpetuity . Ay me ! That fear Comes thund'ring back with
dreadful revolution On my defenseless head ; both Death and I 815 Am found
eternal , and incorparate both , Nor I on my part single , in me all Posterity stands
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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 |