Paradise LostParadise Lost is the first epic of English literature written in the classical style. John Milton saw himself as the intellectual heir of Homer, Virgil, and Dante, and sought to create a work of art which fully represented the most basic tenets of the Protestant faith. His work, which was dictated from memory and transcribed by his daughter, remains as one of the most powerful English poems. |
מתוך הספר
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עמוד
Receive thy new Possessor: One who brings A mind not to be chang'd by Place
or Time. The mind is its own place, and in it self Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a
Hell of Heav'n. What matter where, if I be still the same, And what I should be, all
but ...
Receive thy new Possessor: One who brings A mind not to be chang'd by Place
or Time. The mind is its own place, and in it self Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a
Hell of Heav'n. What matter where, if I be still the same, And what I should be, all
but ...
עמוד
My voice disswades; for what can force or guile With him, or who deceive his
mind, whose eye Views all things at one view? he from heav'ns highth All these
our motions vain, sees and derides; Not more Almighty to resist our might Then
wise ...
My voice disswades; for what can force or guile With him, or who deceive his
mind, whose eye Views all things at one view? he from heav'ns highth All these
our motions vain, sees and derides; Not more Almighty to resist our might Then
wise ...
עמוד
הגעת למגבלת הצפייה עבור ספר זה מדוע?.
הגעת למגבלת הצפייה עבור ספר זה מדוע?.
עמוד
הגעת למגבלת הצפייה עבור ספר זה מדוע?.
הגעת למגבלת הצפייה עבור ספר זה מדוע?.
עמוד
הגעת למגבלת הצפייה עבור ספר זה מדוע?.
הגעת למגבלת הצפייה עבור ספר זה מדוע?.
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