Paradise Lost. Джон Мильтон

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      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4057664123558

Table of Contents

       Book I

       Book II

       Book III

       Book IV

       Book V

       Book VI

       Book VII

       Book VIII

       Book IX

       Book X

       Book XI

       Book XII

Book I

       Table of Contents

      Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit

       Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste

       Brought death into the World, and all our woe,

       With loss of Eden, till one greater Man

       Restore us, and regain the blissful seat,

       Sing, Heavenly Muse, that, on the secret top

       Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire

       That shepherd who first taught the chosen seed

       In the beginning how the heavens and earth

       Rose out of Chaos: or, if Sion hill

       Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook that flowed

       Fast by the oracle of God, I thence

       Invoke thy aid to my adventurous song,

       That with no middle flight intends to soar

       Above th' Aonian mount, while it pursues

       Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme.

       And chiefly thou, O Spirit, that dost prefer

       Before all temples th' upright heart and pure,

       Instruct me, for thou know'st; thou from the first

       Wast present, and, with mighty wings outspread,

       Dove-like sat'st brooding on the vast Abyss,

       And mad'st it pregnant: what in me is dark

       Illumine, what is low raise and support;

       That, to the height of this great argument,

       I may assert Eternal Providence,

       And justify the ways of God to men.

       Say first—for Heaven hides nothing from thy view,

       Nor the deep tract of Hell—say first what cause

       Moved our grand parents, in that happy state,

       Favoured of Heaven so highly, to fall off

       From their Creator, and transgress his will

       For one restraint, lords of the World besides.

       Who first seduced them to that foul revolt?

       Th' infernal Serpent; he it was whose guile,

       Stirred up with envy and revenge, deceived

       The mother of mankind, what time his pride

       Had cast him out from Heaven, with all his host

       Of rebel Angels, by whose aid, aspiring

       To set himself in glory above his peers,

       He trusted to have equalled the Most High,

       If he opposed, and with ambitious aim

       Against the throne and monarchy of God,

       Raised impious war in Heaven and battle proud,

       With vain attempt. Him the Almighty Power

       Hurled headlong flaming from th' ethereal sky,

       With hideous ruin and combustion, down

       To bottomless perdition, there to dwell

       In adamantine chains and penal fire,

       Who durst defy th' Omnipotent to arms.

       Nine times the space that measures day and night

       To mortal men, he, with his horrid crew,

       Lay vanquished, rolling in the fiery gulf,

       Confounded, though immortal. But his doom

       Reserved him to more wrath; for now the thought

       Both of lost happiness and lasting pain

       Torments him: round he throws his baleful eyes,

       That witnessed huge affliction and dismay,

       Mixed with obdurate pride and steadfast hate.

       At once, as far as Angels ken, he views

       The dismal situation СКАЧАТЬ