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Though should I hold my peace , 135 Wouldst easily detect what I conceal - This
Woman , whom thou mad'st to be my help , And gay'st me as thy perfect gift , so
good , So fit , fo acceptable , so divine , That from her hand I could suspect no ill ...
Though should I hold my peace , 135 Wouldst easily detect what I conceal - This
Woman , whom thou mad'st to be my help , And gay'st me as thy perfect gift , so
good , So fit , fo acceptable , so divine , That from her hand I could suspect no ill ...
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... or his happiest choice too late Shall meet , already link'd and wedlokbound
905 To a fell adversary , his hate , or Chame : Which infinite calamity shall cause
To human life , and houshold peace confound . or mi$ He added not , and from
her ...
... or his happiest choice too late Shall meet , already link'd and wedlokbound
905 To a fell adversary , his hate , or Chame : Which infinite calamity shall cause
To human life , and houshold peace confound . or mi$ He added not , and from
her ...
Side 40
He added not , and from her turn'd ; But Eve Not so repnls'd , with tears that ceas'
d not flowing , 910 And trelles all disorder'd , at his feed Fell humble ; and
embracing them befought His peace , and thus proceeded in her plaint , Forsake
me ...
He added not , and from her turn'd ; But Eve Not so repnls'd , with tears that ceas'
d not flowing , 910 And trelles all disorder'd , at his feed Fell humble ; and
embracing them befought His peace , and thus proceeded in her plaint , Forsake
me ...
Side 41
She ended weeping ; and her lowly plight Immoveable till peace obtain'd from
fault Acknowledg'd , and deplor'd , in Adam wrought Commiferation : foon his
heart relented 940 Towards her , his life lo late and sole delight , Now at his feet ...
She ended weeping ; and her lowly plight Immoveable till peace obtain'd from
fault Acknowledg'd , and deplor'd , in Adam wrought Commiferation : foon his
heart relented 940 Towards her , his life lo late and sole delight , Now at his feet ...
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... all his works on me , Good or 110t good ingraft : My merit those 35 Shall perfect
; and for these my death shall pay . Accept me ; and in me from these receive ear
reie . The smell of peace tow'rd mankind : let 50 PARADISE LOST . Book XI .
... all his works on me , Good or 110t good ingraft : My merit those 35 Shall perfect
; and for these my death shall pay . Accept me ; and in me from these receive ear
reie . The smell of peace tow'rd mankind : let 50 PARADISE LOST . Book XI .
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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
LibraryThing Review
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