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I stand 125 Before my Judge , either to undergo Myself the total crime , or to
accnse My other felf , the partner of my life : Whose failing , while her faith to me
remains , I should conceal , and not expose to blame 130 By my complaint .
I stand 125 Before my Judge , either to undergo Myself the total crime , or to
accnse My other felf , the partner of my life : Whose failing , while her faith to me
remains , I should conceal , and not expose to blame 130 By my complaint .
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Or was she made thy guide , Superior , or but equal ; that to her Thou didst relign
thy manhood , and the place Wherein God let thee above her , made of thee ;
And for thee ; whose perfection far excell'd 150 Her in all real diguity ? Adorn'd
She ...
Or was she made thy guide , Superior , or but equal ; that to her Thou didst relign
thy manhood , and the place Wherein God let thee above her , made of thee ;
And for thee ; whose perfection far excell'd 150 Her in all real diguity ? Adorn'd
She ...
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Mc not , but the brute serpent , in whose Shape 495 Man I deceiv'd , that which to
me belongs , Is enmity , which he will put between Me and mankind ; I am to
cruise his heel ; His seed , when is not set , shall bruise my • head . A world who ...
Mc not , but the brute serpent , in whose Shape 495 Man I deceiv'd , that which to
me belongs , Is enmity , which he will put between Me and mankind ; I am to
cruise his heel ; His seed , when is not set , shall bruise my • head . A world who ...
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... and too desirous as before , So now of what thou know'st not , who defirst The
punishment all on thyself ! Alas ! Bear thine own first ; ill able to sustain 950 His
full wrath , whose thou " feel'ft as yet least part , And my displeasure bear'st so ill .
... and too desirous as before , So now of what thou know'st not , who defirst The
punishment all on thyself ! Alas ! Bear thine own first ; ill able to sustain 950 His
full wrath , whose thou " feel'ft as yet least part , And my displeasure bear'st so ill .
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... 1070 Reflected , may with matter fere foment Or by collision of two bodies grind
The air attrite to fire ; as late the clouds Justling , or push'd with winds , rude in
their Shock Tine the flant lightning ; whose thwar flame driv'n down 46
PARADISE ...
... 1070 Reflected , may with matter fere foment Or by collision of two bodies grind
The air attrite to fire ; as late the clouds Justling , or push'd with winds , rude in
their Shock Tine the flant lightning ; whose thwar flame driv'n down 46
PARADISE ...
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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