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... as the snake , with youthful coat repaid : And thought not much to clothe his
enemies . Nor he their outward only , with the skins 220 Of beasts , but inward
nakedness , much more Opprobrious ! with his robe of righteousness Arraying
cover'd ...
... as the snake , with youthful coat repaid : And thought not much to clothe his
enemies . Nor he their outward only , with the skins 220 Of beasts , but inward
nakedness , much more Opprobrious ! with his robe of righteousness Arraying
cover'd ...
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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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... Lest that pure breath of life , the spirit of man Which God inspir'd , cannot
together perilh 785 With this corporeal clod : then , in the grave , Or in some other
dismal place , who knows But I shall die a living death ? O thought Horrid , if true !
... Lest that pure breath of life , the spirit of man Which God inspir'd , cannot
together perilh 785 With this corporeal clod : then , in the grave , Or in some other
dismal place , who knows But I shall die a living death ? O thought Horrid , if true !
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... the sole contentment of my heart Living or dying , from thee I will not hide ,
What thoughts in my unquiet breast are ris'n : 975 Tending to some relief of our
extremes , Or end , though sharp and sad , yet tolerable As in our evils , and of
easier ...
... the sole contentment of my heart Living or dying , from thee I will not hide ,
What thoughts in my unquiet breast are ris'n : 975 Tending to some relief of our
extremes , Or end , though sharp and sad , yet tolerable As in our evils , and of
easier ...
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She ended here , or vehement despair Broke off the rest : so much of death her
thoughts Had entertain'd , as dy'd her ... 1015 But self - destruction therefore
fought , refutes That excellence thought in thee ; and implies , Not thy contempt ,
but ...
She ended here , or vehement despair Broke off the rest : so much of death her
thoughts Had entertain'd , as dy'd her ... 1015 But self - destruction therefore
fought , refutes That excellence thought in thee ; and implies , Not thy contempt ,
but ...
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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 |