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Pàgina 3
Pandemonium , the palace of Satan , rises , suddenly built out of the deep : The
infernal peers there sit in council . 5 Of Man's first disobedience , and the fruit Of
that forbidden tree , whose mortal taste Brought death into the world , and all our
...
Pandemonium , the palace of Satan , rises , suddenly built out of the deep : The
infernal peers there sit in council . 5 Of Man's first disobedience , and the fruit Of
that forbidden tree , whose mortal taste Brought death into the world , and all our
...
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 , Favourd of
Heaven so highly , to fall off 30 From their Creator , and transgress his will For
one ...
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 , Favourd of
Heaven so highly , to fall off 30 From their Creator , and transgress his will For
one ...
Pàgina 6
So spake the apostate Angel , though in pain , 125 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 , 120 That led the embattled Seraphim to war
Under ...
So spake the apostate Angel , though in pain , 125 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 , 120 That led the embattled Seraphim to war
Under ...
Pàgina 7
... Or do him mightier service as his thralls By right of war , whate'er his business
be , 150 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 fool Strength undiminish'd ...
... Or do him mightier service as his thralls By right of war , whate'er his business
be , 150 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 fool Strength undiminish'd ...
Pàgina 8
... that from the precipice Of Heaven received us falling ; and the thunder , 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 ...
... that from the precipice Of Heaven received us falling ; and the thunder , 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 ...
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Revisió d'Usuari - 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. Llegeix la ressenya completa
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Revisió d'Usuari - 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 ... Llegeix la ressenya completa
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Frases i termes més freqüents
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 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 seek seem'd Serpent shape side sight 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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