Paradise LostParadise Lost' is an epic poem in blank verse by the 17th-century English poet John Milton. It was first published in the year 1667. The poem concerns the Biblical story of the Fall of Man: the temptation of Adam and Eve by the fallen angel Satan and their expulsion from the Garden of Eden. Milton's purpose, stated in Book I, is to "justify the ways of God to men". |
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עמוד
Th' infernal Serpent; he it was, whose guile Stird up with Envy and Revenge,
deceiv'd The Mother of Mankinde, what time his Pride Had cast him out from
Heav'n, with all his Host Of Rebel Angels, by whose aid aspiring To set himself
BOOK–I .
Th' infernal Serpent; he it was, whose guile Stird up with Envy and Revenge,
deceiv'd The Mother of Mankinde, what time his Pride Had cast him out from
Heav'n, with all his Host Of Rebel Angels, by whose aid aspiring To set himself
BOOK–I .
עמוד
Before the Gates there sat On either side a formidable shape; The one seem'd
Woman to the waste, and fair, But ended foul in many a scaly fould Voluminous
and vast, a Serpent arm'd With mortal sting: about her middle round A cry of Hell
...
Before the Gates there sat On either side a formidable shape; The one seem'd
Woman to the waste, and fair, But ended foul in many a scaly fould Voluminous
and vast, a Serpent arm'd With mortal sting: about her middle round A cry of Hell
...
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?.
מה אומרים אנשים - כתיבת ביקורת
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מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
ADAM Angel Arms Beast behold bliss bounds bright bring Cloud created Creatures dark Death deep delight Divine dreadful dwell Earth equal Eternal evil eyes fair Faith fall farr Father fear fell field fire Fruit Gate Glorie Gods grace hand happie hast hath head heard heart Heav’n heav’nly Hell Hill hope human King Land least leave less light live look lost Love Mean mind Morn Nature never Night once pain Paradise peace perhaps pure Reason Reign rest rise round SATAN seat seek Serpent shape side sight Sons soon sound spake Spirits stand Starrs stood sweet taste thee thence things thir thou thoughts Throne till Tree vertue voice Warr whence wide Winds wings World