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Wouldst thou admit for ' his contempt of thee That proud excuse ? Yet him , not
thy election , But natural necessity begot . 765 God made thee of choice his own ,
and of his own To serve him ; thy reward was of his grace , Thy punishment then
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Wouldst thou admit for ' his contempt of thee That proud excuse ? Yet him , not
thy election , But natural necessity begot . 765 God made thee of choice his own ,
and of his own To serve him ; thy reward was of his grace , Thy punishment then
...
Side 47
Such fire to use , And what may else be remedy or cure To evils , which our own
misdeeds have wrought , 1080 He will instruct us praying , and of grace
Beseeching him . So as we need not fear To pass commodiously this life , fustain'
d By ...
Such fire to use , And what may else be remedy or cure To evils , which our own
misdeeds have wrought , 1080 He will instruct us praying , and of grace
Beseeching him . So as we need not fear To pass commodiously this life , fustain'
d By ...
Side 49
Thus hus thcy in lowliest plight repentant stood Praying ; for from the mercy - seat
above , Prevenient grace defcending , had remov'd The stony from their hearts ,
and made new flelli Regenerate grow instead ; that fighs now breath'd 5 ...
Thus hus thcy in lowliest plight repentant stood Praying ; for from the mercy - seat
above , Prevenient grace defcending , had remov'd The stony from their hearts ,
and made new flelli Regenerate grow instead ; that fighs now breath'd 5 ...
Side 50
See , Father , what first fruits on earth are sprung From ' thy implanted grace in
man ! these fighs And pray'rs , which in this golden censer , mix'd With incense ,
Ithy Priest before thee bring : 25 Fruits of more pleasing favor from thy seed ,
Sown ...
See , Father , what first fruits on earth are sprung From ' thy implanted grace in
man ! these fighs And pray'rs , which in this golden censer , mix'd With incense ,
Ithy Priest before thee bring : 25 Fruits of more pleasing favor from thy seed ,
Sown ...
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Heav'n's high - behest no preface needs : Sufficient that thy pray'rs are heard ,
and Death , Then due by sentence when thou didst tranfgress , Defeated of his
seisure may day's Giv'n thee of grace , wherein thou may'ft repent , 255 And one
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Heav'n's high - behest no preface needs : Sufficient that thy pray'rs are heard ,
and Death , Then due by sentence when thou didst tranfgress , Defeated of his
seisure may day's Giv'n thee of grace , wherein thou may'ft repent , 255 And one
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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