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
To search with wandring quest a place foretold Should be, and, by concurring
signs, ere now Created vast and round, a place of bliss In the Pourlieues of Heav'
n, and therein plac't A race of upstart Creatures, to supply Perhaps our vacant ...
To search with wandring quest a place foretold Should be, and, by concurring
signs, ere now Created vast and round, a place of bliss In the Pourlieues of Heav'
n, and therein plac't A race of upstart Creatures, to supply Perhaps our vacant ...
עמוד
With terrors and with clamors compasst round Of mine own brood, that on my
bowels feed: Thou art my Father, thou my Author, thou My being gav'st me; whom
should I obey But thee, whom follow? thou wilt bring me soon To that new world
of ...
With terrors and with clamors compasst round Of mine own brood, that on my
bowels feed: Thou art my Father, thou my Author, thou My being gav'st me; whom
should I obey But thee, whom follow? thou wilt bring me soon To that new world
of ...
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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