Paradise Lost: Books I and II., 1. kitap

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Allyn and Bacon, 1916 - 124 sayfa
 

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Sayfa 94 - In that bright eminence, and with his good Upbraided none ; nor was his service hard. What could be less than to afford him praise, The easiest recompense, and pay him thanks ? How due ! yet all his good...
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Sayfa 30 - A dungeon horrible, on all sides round, As one great furnace, flamed ; yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible Served only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes, That comes to all...
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Sayfa 46 - Archangel: but his face Deep scars of thunder had intrenched, and care Sat on his faded cheek, but under brows Of dauntless courage, and considerate* pride Waiting revenge. Cruel his eye, but cast Signs of remorse and passion...
Sayfa 37 - 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. His spear, to equal which the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills, to be the mast Of some great ammiral, were but a wand...
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Sayfa 36 - Where joy for ever dwells ; hail horrors, hail Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell Receive thy new possessor ; one who brings A mind not to be changed by place, or time.

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