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His visage drawn he selt to sharp and spare ; His arms clung to his ribs ; his legs
entwining Bach other , till supplanted down he fell A monstrous serpent on his
belly prone , Reluctant ; but in vain , a greater pow'r 515 Now ruld him , punish'd
in ...
His visage drawn he selt to sharp and spare ; His arms clung to his ribs ; his legs
entwining Bach other , till supplanted down he fell A monstrous serpent on his
belly prone , Reluctant ; but in vain , a greater pow'r 515 Now ruld him , punish'd
in ...
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... Heav'n - fall'n , in station stood or just array , 555 Sublime with expectation ,
when to see In triumph issuing forth their glorious chief : They faw , but other fight
instead ! a crowd Of ugly serpents : horror on them fell , And horrid sympathy : for
...
... Heav'n - fall'n , in station stood or just array , 555 Sublime with expectation ,
when to see In triumph issuing forth their glorious chief : They faw , but other fight
instead ! a crowd Of ugly serpents : horror on them fell , And horrid sympathy : for
...
Side 24
Down fell both spear and shield , down they as fast , And the dire hiss renew'd ,
and the dire farm Catch'd by contagion , like in punishment , As in their crime .
Thus was th ' applause they meant , 545 Turn'd to exploding hiss , triumph to
shame ...
Down fell both spear and shield , down they as fast , And the dire hiss renew'd ,
and the dire farm Catch'd by contagion , like in punishment , As in their crime .
Thus was th ' applause they meant , 545 Turn'd to exploding hiss , triumph to
shame ...
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... instead of fruit 565 Chew'd bitter alhes , which th ' offended taste With
spattering noile rejected : oft they allay'd , Hunger and thirst constraining ; drug'd
as oft With hatefullest difrelifh , writl'd their jaws With foot and cinders fillid : fo oft
they fell ...
... instead of fruit 565 Chew'd bitter alhes , which th ' offended taste With
spattering noile rejected : oft they allay'd , Hunger and thirst constraining ; drug'd
as oft With hatefullest difrelifh , writl'd their jaws With foot and cinders fillid : fo oft
they fell ...
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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 gloom ; Which to his evil conscience represented All things ...
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 gloom ; Which to his evil conscience represented All things ...
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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 |