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Side 5
Where art thou Adam , wont with joy to meet My coming seen far off ? I miss thee
here , Not pleas'd ; thus entertain'd with solitudo , 105 Where obvious duty e're -
while appear'd unfought : Or come I less confpicious ? Or what change Absents ...
Where art thou Adam , wont with joy to meet My coming seen far off ? I miss thee
here , Not pleas'd ; thus entertain'd with solitudo , 105 Where obvious duty e're -
while appear'd unfought : Or come I less confpicious ? Or what change Absents ...
Side 6
To whom The gracious Judge without revile reply'd . , My voice thou oft haft heard
, and hast not fear'd , But still rejoic'd : how is it now become 120 So dreadful to
thee ? That thou art naked , who Had told thee ? Hast thou eaten of the tree ...
To whom The gracious Judge without revile reply'd . , My voice thou oft haft heard
, and hast not fear'd , But still rejoic'd : how is it now become 120 So dreadful to
thee ? That thou art naked , who Had told thee ? Hast thou eaten of the tree ...
Side 8
Because thou hast done this , thou art accurft 175 Above all cattle , each beast of
the field ; Upon thy belly groveling thou shalt go ; And dust [ halt eat , all the days
of thy life ? Between thee and thee woman I will put Eninity and between thine ...
Because thou hast done this , thou art accurft 175 Above all cattle , each beast of
the field ; Upon thy belly groveling thou shalt go ; And dust [ halt eat , all the days
of thy life ? Between thee and thee woman I will put Eninity and between thine ...
Side 10
1 now 1 In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread , 205 Till thou return unto the
ground ; for thou Out of the ground wast taken , know thy birth , For dust thou art ,
and shalt to dust return . So judg'd he Man , both Judge and Saviour sent ; And ...
1 now 1 In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread , 205 Till thou return unto the
ground ; for thou Out of the ground wast taken , know thy birth , For dust thou art ,
and shalt to dust return . So judg'd he Man , both Judge and Saviour sent ; And ...
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O parent ! these are thy magnific deeds , Tby trophies , which thou view'st as ' not
thine own ; 355 Thou art their author , and prime architect , 24 For I no sooner in
my heart divin'd , > us My heart , which by a secret harmony Book X. 15 ...
O parent ! these are thy magnific deeds , Tby trophies , which thou view'st as ' not
thine own ; 355 Thou art their author , and prime architect , 24 For I no sooner in
my heart divin'd , > us My heart , which by a secret harmony Book X. 15 ...
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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