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Side 3
Of Man ' s first disobedience , and the fruit Of that forbidden tree , whose mortal
tasto Brought death into tle world , and all our wce , With loss of Eden , tili . one
greater Man Restore us , and regain the blissful seat , Sing , heavenly Muse , that
...
Of Man ' s first disobedience , and the fruit Of that forbidden tree , whose mortal
tasto Brought death into tle world , and all our wce , With loss of Eden , tili . one
greater Man Restore us , and regain the blissful seat , Sing , heavenly Muse , that
...
Side 8
Seest thou yon dreary plain , forlorn and wild , 180 The seat of desolation , void of
light , Save what the glimmering of these livid flames Casts pale and dreadful ?
Thit ? ier let us tend From off the tossing of these fiery waves ; There rest , if any ...
Seest thou yon dreary plain , forlorn and wild , 180 The seat of desolation , void of
light , Save what the glimmering of these livid flames Casts pale and dreadful ?
Thit ? ier let us tend From off the tossing of these fiery waves ; There rest , if any ...
Side 9
... to have scaped the Stygian food As Gods , and by their own recorcr ' d strength
, 249 Vot by the sufferance of supernal Povrer . is this the region , this the soil ,
the clime , 235 Said then the lost Archangel , this the seat That PARADISE LOST :
... to have scaped the Stygian food As Gods , and by their own recorcr ' d strength
, 249 Vot by the sufferance of supernal Povrer . is this the region , this the soil ,
the clime , 235 Said then the lost Archangel , this the seat That PARADISE LOST :
Side 10
Said then the lost Archangel , this the seat That we must rhange for Heaven ; this
mournful glorna For that celestial light ? Be it so ! since he , 245 Who r . ow is Sov
' reign , can dispose and bid What shall be right : furthest from him is best ...
Said then the lost Archangel , this the seat That we must rhange for Heaven ; this
mournful glorna For that celestial light ? Be it so ! since he , 245 Who r . ow is Sov
' reign , can dispose and bid What shall be right : furthest from him is best ...
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... durst fix Their seats long after next the seat of God , Their altars by his altar ;
Gods ado : ed Among the nations round : and durs ! abide Jehovah thundering
out of Sion , throned Between the cherubim ; yea , often placid Within his
sanctuary ...
... durst fix Their seats long after next the seat of God , Their altars by his altar ;
Gods ado : ed Among the nations round : and durs ! abide Jehovah thundering
out of Sion , throned Between the cherubim ; yea , often placid Within his
sanctuary ...
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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 |