Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve Books |
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Pàgina 3
... the Serpent , or rather Satan in the Serpent ; who , revolting from God , and drawing to his side many legions of Angels , was , by the command of God , driven out of Heaven , with all his crew , into the great deep .
... the Serpent , or rather Satan in the Serpent ; who , revolting from God , and drawing to his side many legions of Angels , was , by the command of God , driven out of Heaven , with all his crew , into the great deep .
Pàgina 4
Say first , for Heaven hides nothing from thy view , Nor the deep tract of Hell ; say first , what cause Moved our grand Parents , in that happy state , Favour'd of Heaven so highly , to fall off From their Creator , and transgress his ...
Say first , for Heaven hides nothing from thy view , Nor the deep tract of Hell ; say first , what cause Moved our grand Parents , in that happy state , Favour'd of Heaven so highly , to fall off From their Creator , and transgress his ...
Pàgina 6
So spake the apostate Angel , though in pain , Vaunting aloud , but rack'd with deep despair : And him thus answer'd soon his bold compeer . O Prince , O Chief of many throned Powers , 110 120 125 That led the embattled Seraphim to war ...
So spake the apostate Angel , though in pain , Vaunting aloud , but rack'd with deep despair : And him thus answer'd soon his bold compeer . O Prince , O Chief of many throned Powers , 110 120 125 That led the embattled Seraphim to war ...
Pàgina 7
... do him mightier service as his thralls By right of war , whate'er his business be , Here in the heart of Hell to work in fire , Or do his errands in the gloomy deep ; What can it then avail , though yet we feel Strength undiminish'd ...
... do him mightier service as his thralls By right of war , whate'er his business be , Here in the heart of Hell to work in fire , Or do his errands in the gloomy deep ; What can it then avail , though yet we feel Strength undiminish'd ...
Pàgina 8
... Wing'd with red lightning and impetuous rage , 175 Perhaps hath spent his shafts , and ceases now To bellow through the vast and boundless deep Let us not slip the occasion , whether scorn , Or satiate fury , yield it from our Foe .
... Wing'd with red lightning and impetuous rage , 175 Perhaps hath spent his shafts , and ceases now To bellow through the vast and boundless deep Let us not slip the occasion , whether scorn , Or satiate fury , yield it from our Foe .
Què en diuen els usuaris - Escriviu una ressenya
No hem trobat cap ressenya als llocs habituals.
Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
Frases i termes més freqüents
Adam Angels arms beast behold bliss bounds bright bring call'd cloud created creatures dark death deep delight divine dreadful dwell Earth equal eternal evil eyes fair faith fall Father fear fell field fire flowers 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 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 sound spake Spirits stand stars stood sweet taste thee thence things thou thoughts throne till tree voice wide winds wings wonder
Passatges populars
Pàgina 107 - Rising or falling still advance his praise. His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
Pàgina 91 - 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
Pàgina 32 - A pillar of state; deep on his front engraven Deliberation sat, and public care; And princely counsel in his face yet shone Majestic, though in ruin: sage he stood, "With Atlantean shoulders fit to bear The weight of mightiest monarchies ; his look Drew audience and attention still as night, Or summer's noontide air, while thus he spake: " Thrones, and imperial powers, offspring of heaven, Ethereal virtues!
Pàgina 54 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me...
Pàgina 4 - OF man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste Brought death into the world, and all our woe, With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Restore us, and regain the blissful seat, Sing, heavenly Muse...
Pàgina 91 - With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon, And these the gems of Heaven her starry train : But neither breath of Morn when she ascends With charm of earliest birds ; nor rising sun On this delightful land ; nor herb, fruit, flower, Glistering with dew ; nor fragrance, after showers ; Nor grateful evening mild ; nor silent Night, With this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon, Or glittering star-light, without thee is sweet.
Pàgina 12 - He scarce had ceased, when the superior fiend Was moving toward the shore ; his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast ; the broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views At evening from the top of Fesole Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
Pàgina 49 - O'er bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare, With head, hands, wings, or feet, pursues his way, And swims, or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies.
Pàgina 80 - Down the steep glade, and met the nether flood, Which from his darksome passage now appears : And now, divided into four main streams, Runs diverse, wandering many a famous realm And country...
Pàgina 12 - Over the burning marie, not like those steps On heaven's azure ; and the torrid clime Smote on him sore besides, vaulted with fire.
Informació bibliogràfica
| Títol | Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve Books |
| Autor | John Milton |
| Editor | T. Bedlington, 1826 |
| Original de | Universitat de Harvard |
| Digitalitzat el | 28 Febr. 2008 |
| Nre. de pàgines | 294 pàgines |
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