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Who in all things wife and just , Hinder'd not Satan , to attempt the mind Of man ,
with strength entire , and free - will armid , Complete to have discover'd and
repuls'd Whatever whiles of foe or seeming friend : For still they knew , and onght
t ...
Who in all things wife and just , Hinder'd not Satan , to attempt the mind Of man ,
with strength entire , and free - will armid , Complete to have discover'd and
repuls'd Whatever whiles of foe or seeming friend : For still they knew , and onght
t ...
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530 Huge Python ! and his pow'r no less he seem'd Above the rest stiil to retain :
they all Him follow'd , illuing forth to th ' open field , Where all yet.left of that
revolted rout , Heav'n - fall'n , in station stood or just array , 555 Sublime with ...
530 Huge Python ! and his pow'r no less he seem'd Above the rest stiil to retain :
they all Him follow'd , illuing forth to th ' open field , Where all yet.left of that
revolted rout , Heav'n - fall'n , in station stood or just array , 555 Sublime with ...
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640 He ended , and the heav'nly audience loud Sung Hallelujah , as the sound of
feas , Through multitude that fung ' „ Just are thy ways , ,, Righteous are thy
decrees on all thy works ; Who can extenuate Thee ? ' next , to the Son , 645 ...
640 He ended , and the heav'nly audience loud Sung Hallelujah , as the sound of
feas , Through multitude that fung ' „ Just are thy ways , ,, Righteous are thy
decrees on all thy works ; Who can extenuate Thee ? ' next , to the Son , 645 ...
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Why comes not Death , Said he , with one thrice acceptable firoke 855 To end me
? shall truth fail to keep her word , Justice divine not hasten to be just ? But Death
comes not at call , justice divine Mends not her fleweit pace for prayers or crias ...
Why comes not Death , Said he , with one thrice acceptable firoke 855 To end me
? shall truth fail to keep her word , Justice divine not hasten to be just ? But Death
comes not at call , justice divine Mends not her fleweit pace for prayers or crias ...
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Crooked by nature , bent , as now appears , 885 More'to the part finifter , from me
drawn ; Well if thrown out , as supernumerary To my just number found . O ! why
did God , Creator wise , that peopled highest Heav'n With spirits masculine ...
Crooked by nature , bent , as now appears , 885 More'to the part finifter , from me
drawn ; Well if thrown out , as supernumerary To my just number found . O ! why
did God , Creator wise , that peopled highest Heav'n With spirits masculine ...
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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 |