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. |
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עמוד
Thither let us tend From off the tossing of these fiery waves, There rest, if any rest
can harbour there, And reassembling our afflicted Powers, Consult how we may
henceforth most offend Our Enemy, our own loss how repair, How overcome this
...
Thither let us tend From off the tossing of these fiery waves, There rest, if any rest
can harbour there, And reassembling our afflicted Powers, Consult how we may
henceforth most offend Our Enemy, our own loss how repair, How overcome this
...
עמוד
Some I have chosen of peculiar grace Elect above the rest; so is my will: The rest
shall hear me call, and oft be warnd Thir sinful state, and to appease betimes Th'
incensed Deitie, while offerd grace Invites; for I will cleer thir senses dark, What ...
Some I have chosen of peculiar grace Elect above the rest; so is my will: The rest
shall hear me call, and oft be warnd Thir sinful state, and to appease betimes Th'
incensed Deitie, while offerd grace Invites; for I will cleer thir senses dark, What ...
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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