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Go whither fate and inclination strong 265 Leads thee ; I shall not lag behind , nor
err The way , thou leading , such a scent I draw Of carnage , prey innumerable ,
and taste The favour of Death from all things there that live . Nor shall I to the ...
Go whither fate and inclination strong 265 Leads thee ; I shall not lag behind , nor
err The way , thou leading , such a scent I draw Of carnage , prey innumerable ,
and taste The favour of Death from all things there that live . Nor shall I to the ...
Side 40
While yet we live , scarce one short hour perhaps , Between us two let there be
peace , both joining , As join'd in injuries , one enmity 925 Against a foe by doom
express assign'd us , That cruel serpent ! On me exercise not Thy hatred for this ...
While yet we live , scarce one short hour perhaps , Between us two let there be
peace , both joining , As join'd in injuries , one enmity 925 Against a foe by doom
express assign'd us , That cruel serpent ! On me exercise not Thy hatred for this ...
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... vengeful ire , than so To be forestall'd : much more I fear lest death , So snatch'
d , will not exempt us from the pain , 1025 We are by doom to pay . Rather such
acts Of contumacy will provoke the Highest , 1 1 1020 To make death in us live ...
... vengeful ire , than so To be forestall'd : much more I fear lest death , So snatch'
d , will not exempt us from the pain , 1025 We are by doom to pay . Rather such
acts Of contumacy will provoke the Highest , 1 1 1020 To make death in us live ...
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To make death in us live ! Then , let us seek Some safer resolution , which
methinks I have in view , calling to mind with heed 1030 Part of our sentence ,
that „ thy feed shall bruise „ The Serpents head : “ Piteous amends ! unless Be
meant ...
To make death in us live ! Then , let us seek Some safer resolution , which
methinks I have in view , calling to mind with heed 1030 Part of our sentence ,
that „ thy feed shall bruise „ The Serpents head : “ Piteous amends ! unless Be
meant ...
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A Poem in Twelve Books. 2 John Milton. reie . The smell of peace tow'rd mankind
: let him live Before thee reconcild , at least his days Number'd , tho ' sad . , till
Death , his doom , which I 40 To mitigate thus plead , not to reverse , To better life
...
A Poem in Twelve Books. 2 John Milton. reie . The smell of peace tow'rd mankind
: let him live Before thee reconcild , at least his days Number'd , tho ' sad . , till
Death , his doom , which I 40 To mitigate thus plead , not to reverse , To better life
...
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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