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»ç¿ëÀÚ ¸®ºä - VivalaErin - LibraryThingThe 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. Àüü ¸®ºä Àбâ
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»ç¿ëÀÚ ¸®ºä - StefanY - LibraryThingHistorical 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 ... Àüü ¸®ºä Àбâ
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Adam Angels arms behold bliss BOOK bounds bring callid cloud command created dark death deeds deep delight divine dread earth equal eternal evil fair fall Father fear fell field fight fire flames flowers force fruit gates glory Gods gold grace half hand happy hast hath head Heaven Hell hill hope host King legions less light live look lost Mean mind morn mount nature never night o'er once pain Paradise perhaps praise pure rage reign rest rise round Satan seat seem'd shade shape side sight sons soon sound spake Spirits stand stood strength sweet taste thee thence things thou thoughts throne thunder tree voice whence wide winds wings wonder worse