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... heard , Now walking in the garden , by soft winds Brought to their ears while
day declin'd : they heard , And from his presence hid themselves , among The
thickest trees , both man and wife : till God Approaching , thus to Adam call'd
aloud .
... heard , Now walking in the garden , by soft winds Brought to their ears while
day declin'd : they heard , And from his presence hid themselves , among The
thickest trees , both man and wife : till God Approaching , thus to Adam call'd
aloud .
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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Great joy was at their meeting , and at light 350 Of that ftupendous bridge his joy
increas'd . Long he admiring stood , till Sin , his fair Inchanting daugther , thus the
filence broke . O parent ! these are thy magnific deeds , Tby trophies , which ...
Great joy was at their meeting , and at light 350 Of that ftupendous bridge his joy
increas'd . Long he admiring stood , till Sin , his fair Inchanting daugther , thus the
filence broke . O parent ! these are thy magnific deeds , Tby trophies , which ...
Side 16
Thou haft atchiev'd our liberty , confin'd Within Hell gates till now : Thou us
impower'd To fortify thus far , and ever - lay 370 With this portentous bridge the
dark Abyss . Thinę now is all this world ; thy virtue bath won , What thy hands
builded not ...
Thou haft atchiev'd our liberty , confin'd Within Hell gates till now : Thou us
impower'd To fortify thus far , and ever - lay 370 With this portentous bridge the
dark Abyss . Thinę now is all this world ; thy virtue bath won , What thy hands
builded not ...
Side 22
His visage drawn he selt to sharp and spare ; His arms clung to his ribs ; his legs
entwining Bach other , till supplanted down he fell A monstrous serpent on his
belly prone , Reluctant ; but in vain , a greater pow'r 515 Now ruld him , punish'd
in ...
His visage drawn he selt to sharp and spare ; His arms clung to his ribs ; his legs
entwining Bach other , till supplanted down he fell A monstrous serpent on his
belly prone , Reluctant ; but in vain , a greater pow'r 515 Now ruld him , punish'd
in ...
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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
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 |