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Side 3
Which action passed over , ine Puem hastros inta The iniilst of things , presenting
Sutan with his Angels now fallmg into llell , described here , not in the centre ( tor
Ileaven and Earth may be supposed as yet not macie , certainly not yet ...
Which action passed over , ine Puem hastros inta The iniilst of things , presenting
Sutan with his Angels now fallmg into llell , described here , not in the centre ( tor
Ileaven and Earth may be supposed as yet not macie , certainly not yet ...
Side 4
... them to that foul revolt ? The infernal Serpent ; he it was , wliose gvile , Stirrd up
with envy und revenge , deceived 35 The mother of mankind , what tinc his pride
Had cast him out from Heaven , wit ! all his host Of rebel Angels ; by whose aid ...
... them to that foul revolt ? The infernal Serpent ; he it was , wliose gvile , Stirrd up
with envy und revenge , deceived 35 The mother of mankind , what tinc his pride
Had cast him out from Heaven , wit ! all his host Of rebel Angels ; by whose aid ...
Side 5
... and lasting pain , Torments himni round hé throws his baleful eyes , That
witness ' u huge affliction and disiray Mix ' d with obdurate pride and steadfast
hate , At onco , as far as Angels ken , he views l ' he dismal situacion waste and
wild .
... and lasting pain , Torments himni round hé throws his baleful eyes , That
witness ' u huge affliction and disiray Mix ' d with obdurate pride and steadfast
hate , At onco , as far as Angels ken , he views l ' he dismal situacion waste and
wild .
Side 6
So spake the apostate Angel , though ina pain , 125 Vaunting aloud , but rack ' á
with deep despair : And hin thus answer ' d soon his bold cumpeer . O Prince , O
Chief of many throned Powors . . KA That lod ' he embattled Seraphim to war ...
So spake the apostate Angel , though ina pain , 125 Vaunting aloud , but rack ' á
with deep despair : And hin thus answer ' d soon his bold cumpeer . O Prince , O
Chief of many throned Powors . . KA That lod ' he embattled Seraphim to war ...
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... vaulted with fire : Nathless he so endured , till on the beach Of that inflamed
sca he stood , and callid His legions , Angel forms , who lay entranced Thick as
autumnal leaves that strow the brooke , In Vallambrosa , where the Etrurian
shades ...
... vaulted with fire : Nathless he so endured , till on the beach Of that inflamed
sca he stood , and callid His legions , Angel forms , who lay entranced Thick as
autumnal leaves that strow the brooke , In Vallambrosa , where the Etrurian
shades ...
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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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Almindelige termer og sætninger
Adam Angels arms beast behold bliss bounds bright bring callid cloud created creatures dark death deep delight divine dreadful dwell Earth equal eternal evil eyes fair faith fall Father fear field fire force fruit gates glory Gods grace hand happy hast hath head heard heart Heaven heavenly Hell hill hope human judge King land leave less light live look lost meet mind morn move nature never night once pain Paradise peace perhaps raised reason receive replied rest rise round Satan seat seem'd Serpent shape side sight soon sound spake Spirits stand stars stood sweet taste thee thence things thou thoughts throne till tree virtue voice whence wide winds wings wonder
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Side 92 - Sweet is the breath of Morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild...
Side 17 - A shout that tore Hell's concave, and beyond Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night. All in a moment through the gloom were seen Ten thousand banners rise into the air, With orient colours waving ; with them rose A forest huge of spears ; and thronging helms Appear'd, and serried shields in thick array Of depth immeasurable.
Side 218 - But such as, at this day, to Indians known; In Malabar or Decan spreads her arms, Branching so broad and long, that in the ground The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow About the mother tree, a pillar'd shade, High overarch'd, and echoing walks between...
Side 107 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty, thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair ; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Side 50 - So were created, nor can justly accuse Their maker, or their making, or their fate, As if predestination overruled Their will, disposed by absolute decree Or high foreknowledge; they themselves decreed Their own revolt, not I: if I foreknew, Foreknowledge had no influence on their fault, Which had no less proved certain unforeknown.
Side 79 - Which to our general sire gave prospect large Into his nether empire neighbouring round. And higher than that wall a circling row Of goodliest trees loaden with fairest fruit, Blossoms and fruits at once of golden hue...
Side 87 - To whom thus Eve replied. O thou for whom And from whom I was form'd, flesh of thy flesh, And without whom am to no end, my guide And head! what thou hast said is just and right. For we to him indeed all praises owe And daily thanks; I chiefly, who enjoy So far the happier lot, enjoying thee Preeminent by so much odds, while thou Like consort to thyself canst no where find.
Side 267 - Had melted, whether found where casual fire Had wasted woods on mountain or in vale, Down to the veins of earth, thence gliding hot To...
Side 127 - So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found Among the faithless, faithful only he ; Among innumerable false, unmoved, Unshaken, unseduced, unterrified, His loyalty he kept, his love, his zeal ; Nor number, nor example, with him wrought To swerve from truth, or change his constant mind, Though single.
Side 46 - Afresh, with conscious terrors vex me round, That rest or intermission none I find. Before mine eyes in opposition sits Grim Death, my son and foe, who sets them on...
Bibliografiske oplysninger
| Titel | Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve Books Laurel crowned verse Temple classics |
| Forfatter | John Milton |
| Udgiver | A.C. McClung and Company, 1899 |
| Oprindeligt fra | Harvard University |
| Digitaliseret | 25. feb 2008 |
| Længde | 372 sider |
| Eksporter henvisning | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |