Le Paradis perdu de MiltonKrabbe, 1857 - 448 pages |
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... sent pas des actions , ce sont leurs actions qui agissent comme si elles étaient elles - mêmes des personnages . Lorsqu'on est si divineme ntpoète , qu'on habite au plus sublime sommet de l'Olympe , la critique est ridicule en essayant ...
... sent pas des actions , ce sont leurs actions qui agissent comme si elles étaient elles - mêmes des personnages . Lorsqu'on est si divineme ntpoète , qu'on habite au plus sublime sommet de l'Olympe , la critique est ridicule en essayant ...
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... sent faible et qu'on se veut cacher . Dans tout ce que je viens de dire , je ne fais point mon apologie , je cherche seulement une excuse à mes fautes . Un traducteur n'a droit à aucune gloire ; il faut seulement qu'il montre qu'il a ...
... sent faible et qu'on se veut cacher . Dans tout ce que je viens de dire , je ne fais point mon apologie , je cherche seulement une excuse à mes fautes . Un traducteur n'a droit à aucune gloire ; il faut seulement qu'il montre qu'il a ...
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... sent avec tes puissantes ailes éployées , comme une colombe tu I. Of Man's first disobedience , and the fruit Of that forbidden tree , whose mortal taste Brought death into the world , and all our woo , With loss of Eden , till one ...
... sent avec tes puissantes ailes éployées , comme une colombe tu I. Of Man's first disobedience , and the fruit Of that forbidden tree , whose mortal taste Brought death into the world , and all our woo , With loss of Eden , till one ...
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... sent un poids inaccoutumé , jusqu'à ce qu'il s'abatte sur la terre aride , si terre était ce qui tou- jours brûle d'un feu solide , comme le lac brûle d'un liquide feu . Created hugest that swim the ocean stream : Him , haply ...
... sent un poids inaccoutumé , jusqu'à ce qu'il s'abatte sur la terre aride , si terre était ce qui tou- jours brûle d'un feu solide , comme le lac brûle d'un liquide feu . Created hugest that swim the ocean stream : Him , haply ...
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... sent innombrables à la voix de leur général . Comme quand la puissante verge du fils d'Amram , au jour mau- vais de l'Égypte , passa ondoyante le long du rivage , et appela la noire nuée de sauterelles , touées par le vent d'orient ...
... sent innombrables à la voix de leur général . Comme quand la puissante verge du fils d'Amram , au jour mau- vais de l'Égypte , passa ondoyante le long du rivage , et appela la noire nuée de sauterelles , touées par le vent d'orient ...
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Adam angel anges another world appear'd archangel arms beast behold best bliss bright bring call'd céleste choses ciel cloud created créatures dark darkness death deep delight Dieu divine doom dwell earth Éden envy eternal evil eyes Father fear find fire firmament first forth found fruit glory godlike gods good great hand happy hath head heard heart Heaven heavenly Hell high hill his punishment hope King know l'enfer l'homme last leave left less life light lost love made mankind mind night o'er offspring once Paradise pass'd peace perhaps power powers race replied return'd round Satan scarce scorn seat seem'd seest serpent shape side sight soon spake spirits stand stood sweet taste terre their thence things thou though thoughts Thrice throne tree tree Of Knowledge turn'd whence wide wings words works world worse
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Page 89 - Tunes her nocturnal note : thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me...
Page 142 - Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompanied, for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale; She all night long her amorous descant* sung; Silence was...
Page 144 - Shine not in vain : nor think, though men were none That heaven would want spectators, God want praise'; Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep. All these with ceaseless praise His works behold, Both day and night.
Page 167 - Angels; for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in Heaven, On earth join, all ye creatures, to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Page 50 - Devoid of sense and motion? And who knows, Let this be good, whether our angry Foe Can give it, or will ever? How he can Is doubtful; that he never will is sure. Will he, so wise, let loose at once his ire Belike through impotence, or unaware, To give his enemies their wish, and end Them in his anger, whom his anger saves To punish endless? Wherefore cease we then?
Page 406 - There is, said Michael, if thou well observe The rule of Not too much ; by temperance taught, In what thou eat'st and drink'st ; seeking from thence Due nourishment, not gluttonous delight, Till many years over thy head return : So may'st thou live ; till, like ripe fruit, thou drop Into thy mother's lap ; or be with ease Gather'd, not harshly pluck'd, for death mature : This is Old Age...
Page 119 - O thou that, with surpassing glory crown'd, Look'st from thy sole dominion, like the god Of this new world, at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminish'd heads, to thee I call, But with no friendly voice, and add thy name, 0 sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams, That bring to my remembrance from what state 1 fell, how glorious once above thy sphere...
Page 447 - Which he hath sent propitious some great good Presaging, since, with sorrow and heart's distress Wearied, I fell asleep : but now lead on ; In me is no delay ; with thee to go Is to stay here ; without thee here to stay Is to go hence unwilling ; thou to me Art all things under heaven, all places thou. Who for my wilful crime art banish'd hence This further consolation yet secure I carry hence ; though all by me is lost, Such favour I unworthy am vouchsafed, By me the promised Seed shall all restore.
Page 237 - Urania, and fit audience find, though few. But drive far off the barbarous dissonance Of Bacchus and his revellers, the race Of that wild rout that tore the Thracian Bard In Rhodope, where woods and rocks had ears To rapture, till the savage clamour drowned Both harp and voice ; nor could the Muse defend Her son.
Page 128 - The birds their quire apply ; airs, vernal airs, Breathing the smell of field and grove, attune The trembling leaves, while universal Pan, Knit with the Graces and the Hours in dance, Led on the eternal Spring.