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... Regions of forrow ! doleful fhades ! where peace 65 And reft can never dwell ! hope never comes , That comes to all : but torture without end Still urges , and a fiery deluge , fed With ever - burning fulphur unconfum'd !
If then His Providence Out of our evil feek to bring forth good , Our labor must be to pervert that end , And out of good still to find means of evil : Which oft - times may fucceed , so as perhaps Shall grieve Him , ( if I fail not ...
Thus incorporeal spirits to smallest forms Reduc'd their shapes immense ; and were at large , 790 Though without number still , amidst the hall Of that infernal court . But far within , And in their own dimensions like themselves ...
Let fuch bethink them , ( if the fleepy drench Of that forgetful lake benumb not still ) That in our proper motion we afcend Up to our native feat : defcent and fall To us is adverse . Who but felt of late , When the fierce foe hung on ...
... fo much the fear Of thunder , and the fword of Michael , Wrought still within them ; and no lefs defire 295 : To found this nether empire , which might rise , By policy , and long process of time , In emulation oppofite to heav'n .
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LibraryThing ReviewUser Review - VivalaErin - LibraryThing
The shortest answer is: John Milton was a poetic genius. PL is so beautiful, you can't help but feel for Adam and Eve. Even Satan is a great character - he so wants to be an epic hero. This poem is a masterpiece, and he wrote it completely blind. Beautiful, absolutely amazing. Read full review
LibraryThing ReviewUser Review - StefanY - LibraryThing
Historical significance and beautifully descriptive prose aside, I couldn't get into this book at all. Maybe it's too much familiarity with the plot or the inevitability of the impending doom of the ... Read full review