Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve Books. The Author John MiltonJ. Banners, W. Slackman, F. Rennington, W. Jones, T. Newton, and R. Bland, 1790 - 316ÆäÀÌÁö |
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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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