Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve Books |
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Pàgina 3
... and regain the blissful seat , Sing , heavenly Muse , that on the secret top Of
Oreb , or of Sinai , didst inspire That shepherd , who first taught the chosen seed ,
In the beginning how the Heavens and Earth Rose out of Chaos ; Or if Sihon hill .
... and regain the blissful seat , Sing , heavenly Muse , that on the secret top Of
Oreb , or of Sinai , didst inspire That shepherd , who first taught the chosen seed ,
In the beginning how the Heavens and Earth Rose out of Chaos ; Or if Sihon hill .
Pàgina 9
... as the lake with liquid fire : And such appear'd in hue , as when the force 230
Of subterranean wind transports a hill Torn from Pelorus , or the shatter'd side Of
thundering Ætna , whose combustible And fuel'd entrails thence conceiving fire ...
... as the lake with liquid fire : And such appear'd in hue , as when the force 230
Of subterranean wind transports a hill Torn from Pelorus , or the shatter'd side Of
thundering Ætna , whose combustible And fuel'd entrails thence conceiving fire ...
Pàgina 11
His spear , to equal which the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills , to be the
mast Of soire great ammiral , were but a wand , He walk'd with , to support
uneasy steps Over the burning marle , not like those steps On Heaven's azure ;
and the ...
His spear , to equal which the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills , to be the
mast Of soire great ammiral , were but a wand , He walk'd with , to support
uneasy steps Over the burning marle , not like those steps On Heaven's azure ;
and the ...
Pàgina 14
Yet thence his lustful orgies he enlarged 415 Even to that hill of scandal , by the
grove Of Moloch homicide ; lust hard by hate ; Till good Josiah drove them thence
to Hell . With these came they , who , from the bordering flood Of old Euphrates ...
Yet thence his lustful orgies he enlarged 415 Even to that hill of scandal , by the
grove Of Moloch homicide ; lust hard by hate ; Till good Josiah drove them thence
to Hell . With these came they , who , from the bordering flood Of old Euphrates ...
Pàgina 21
There stood a hill not far , whose grisly top 670 Belch'd fire and rolling smoke ;
the rest entire Shone with a glossy scurf ; undoubted sign That in his womb was
hid metallic ore , The work of sulphur . Thither , wing'd with speel , A numerous ...
There stood a hill not far , whose grisly top 670 Belch'd fire and rolling smoke ;
the rest entire Shone with a glossy scurf ; undoubted sign That in his womb was
hid metallic ore , The work of sulphur . Thither , wing'd with speel , A numerous ...
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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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