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... or Calbeen : so these , the late Heav'n - banill'd , holt , left defert utmost Hell
Many a dark league , reduc'd in careful watch Round their Meiropolis ; and now
expecting Each hour their great adventurer from the search 440 Of foreign worlds
...
... or Calbeen : so these , the late Heav'n - banill'd , holt , left defert utmost Hell
Many a dark league , reduc'd in careful watch Round their Meiropolis ; and now
expecting Each hour their great adventurer from the search 440 Of foreign worlds
...
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O miserable of happy ! is this the end 720 Of this new glorious world , and me so
late The glory of that glory , who now become Accursid of blelled ? Hide me from
the face Of God , whom to behold was then my height of happiness ! yet well , if ...
O miserable of happy ! is this the end 720 Of this new glorious world , and me so
late The glory of that glory , who now become Accursid of blelled ? Hide me from
the face Of God , whom to behold was then my height of happiness ! yet well , if ...
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Yet , to lay truth , too late 755 I thus contest : then should have been refus'd Those
terms whaiever , when they were propos'd : Thou didît accept them ; wilt thou
enjoy the good , Then cavil the conditions ? And though God ' Made thee without
...
Yet , to lay truth , too late 755 I thus contest : then should have been refus'd Those
terms whaiever , when they were propos'd : Thou didît accept them ; wilt thou
enjoy the good , Then cavil the conditions ? And though God ' Made thee without
...
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But Death comes not at call , justice divine Mends not her fleweit pace for prayers
or crias . O woods , o fountains , * ) hillocks , dales , and bow'rs ! 800 * ) Perhaps
it shou'd be , Hills , Rocks , With other echo late I thaught your shades To ...
But Death comes not at call , justice divine Mends not her fleweit pace for prayers
or crias . O woods , o fountains , * ) hillocks , dales , and bow'rs ! 800 * ) Perhaps
it shou'd be , Hills , Rocks , With other echo late I thaught your shades To ...
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With other echo late I thaught your shades To answer , and resound far other
song ! Whom thus afflicted when fad Eve beheld , Defolate where she fat ,
approaching nigh , Soft words to his fierce pallion she aslay'd : 865 But her with
stern ...
With other echo late I thaught your shades To answer , and resound far other
song ! Whom thus afflicted when fad Eve beheld , Defolate where she fat ,
approaching nigh , Soft words to his fierce pallion she aslay'd : 865 But her with
stern ...
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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 |