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Side 8
More to know Concern'd not man , lince he no further knew , 170 Nor alter'd his
offence : yet God at last To Satan first in fin his doom apply'd , Though in
mysterious terms , judg'd as then belt : And on the Serpent thus his curse let , fall .
More to know Concern'd not man , lince he no further knew , 170 Nor alter'd his
offence : yet God at last To Satan first in fin his doom apply'd , Though in
mysterious terms , judg'd as then belt : And on the Serpent thus his curse let , fall .
Side 9
On Adam last thus judgment he pronounc'd : Because thou haft hearken'd to the
voice of thy wife ; And eaten of the tree , concerning which I charg'd thee , saying ,
thou shalt not eat thereof : Curs'd is the ground for thy fake : , thou in forrow ...
On Adam last thus judgment he pronounc'd : Because thou haft hearken'd to the
voice of thy wife ; And eaten of the tree , concerning which I charg'd thee , saying ,
thou shalt not eat thereof : Curs'd is the ground for thy fake : , thou in forrow ...
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At last as from a cloud , his fulgent head And shape star - bright appear'd , or
brighter , clad 450 With what permissive glory since his fall Was left him , or false
glitter : all amaz'd At that lo sudden blaze , the Stygian throng Bent their aspect ,
and ...
At last as from a cloud , his fulgent head And shape star - bright appear'd , or
brighter , clad 450 With what permissive glory since his fall Was left him , or false
glitter : all amaz'd At that lo sudden blaze , the Stygian throng Bent their aspect ,
and ...
Side 27
No homely morsels ! and whatever thing 605 The ( cithe of Time mowes down ,
devour unspar'd : Till I in man residing , through the race , His thoughts , his looks
, words , actions all infect ; And season him thy last and sweetest prey . This said
...
No homely morsels ! and whatever thing 605 The ( cithe of Time mowes down ,
devour unspar'd : Till I in man residing , through the race , His thoughts , his looks
, words , actions all infect ; And season him thy last and sweetest prey . This said
...
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... last 635 Throug Chaos hurl'd , obstruct tke mouth of Hell For ever , and seal up
his ravenous jaws , Then hea'n and earth renew'd , shall be made pure To
fanctity , that shall receive no stain : Till then the curfe pronounc'd on both
precedes .
... last 635 Throug Chaos hurl'd , obstruct tke mouth of Hell For ever , and seal up
his ravenous jaws , Then hea'n and earth renew'd , shall be made pure To
fanctity , that shall receive no stain : Till then the curfe pronounc'd on both
precedes .
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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 |