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Side 25
From this descent Celestia virtues rising will appear 18 Moro glorious and more
dread than from no fall , And trust themselves to fear no second fite . Me though
just right and the fix ' d laws of Heaven Did first create your Leader ; next , free ...
From this descent Celestia virtues rising will appear 18 Moro glorious and more
dread than from no fall , And trust themselves to fear no second fite . Me though
just right and the fix ' d laws of Heaven Did first create your Leader ; next , free ...
Side 26
... with that care lost Went all his fear : of God , or Hell , or worse , lle rock ' d not ;
and these words thereafter spako . 60 My sentence is for open war : Of wiles ,
More unexpert , I boast not : nem let those Contrive who need , or when they
need ...
... with that care lost Went all his fear : of God , or Hell , or worse , lle rock ' d not ;
and these words thereafter spako . 60 My sentence is for open war : Of wiles ,
More unexpert , I boast not : nem let those Contrive who need , or when they
need ...
Side 27
... laborious flight We sunk thus low ? The ascent is casy then ; The event is fear '
d ; should we again provoke Our stronger , some worse way his wrath may find
To our destruction ; if there be in llell Fear to be worse destroy ' d : What can be ...
... laborious flight We sunk thus low ? The ascent is casy then ; The event is fear '
d ; should we again provoke Our stronger , some worse way his wrath may find
To our destruction ; if there be in llell Fear to be worse destroy ' d : What can be ...
Side 30
laugh , when those who at the spear are bold And venturous , if that fail them ,
slirink and fear 205 What yet they know must follow , to endure . Exile , or
ignominy , or bonds , or pain , The sentence of their Conqueror : This is now Our
doom ...
laugh , when those who at the spear are bold And venturous , if that fail them ,
slirink and fear 205 What yet they know must follow , to endure . Exile , or
ignominy , or bonds , or pain , The sentence of their Conqueror : This is now Our
doom ...
Side 34
340 Noz will occasion want , nor shall we need With dangerous expedition to
invade Heaven , whose high walls fear no assault nor siege , Or ambush from the
deep . What if we find Some easier enterprise ? There is a place 345 ( If ancient ...
340 Noz will occasion want , nor shall we need With dangerous expedition to
invade Heaven , whose high walls fear no assault nor siege , Or ambush from the
deep . What if we find Some easier enterprise ? There is a place 345 ( If ancient ...
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Brugeranmeldelse - 9days - LibraryThingThis is by far my favorite edition of Paradise Lost. Since the text is full of archaic references, understanding what is meant can often be difficult (and result in a lot of trips to reference books ... 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 dread 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 reign replied rest rise round Satan seat seem'd Serpent shape side sight sons soon spake Spirits stand stars stood sweet taste thee thence things thou thoughts throne till tree virtue voice whence wide winds wings wonder
Populære passager
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 57 - 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 |