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Page 81
Chè dunque stiam dubbiando o pace o guerra ? La guerra già ne spinse e in
danni estremi Ne ruinò ; njun patto ancor di pace Fu dato o cerco ; e qual darassi
pace A noi mancipi fuor che rie prigioni E sferze e pene inflitte a suo talento ?
Chè dunque stiam dubbiando o pace o guerra ? La guerra già ne spinse e in
danni estremi Ne ruinò ; njun patto ancor di pace Fu dato o cerco ; e qual darassi
pace A noi mancipi fuor che rie prigioni E sferze e pene inflitte a suo talento ?
Page 83
... oppur con fiamme inferne Vastar quanto creovvi e ragion nostra Fare tutto , e
cacciar , qual noi lo fummo , Que ' vili abitatori , o non cacciati , Sedurli a nostre
parti , chè lor Dio Fia lor nemico e con pentita mano Distrugga l'opra sua . Non fia
...
... oppur con fiamme inferne Vastar quanto creovvi e ragion nostra Fare tutto , e
cacciar , qual noi lo fummo , Que ' vili abitatori , o non cacciati , Sedurli a nostre
parti , chè lor Dio Fia lor nemico e con pentita mano Distrugga l'opra sua . Non fia
...
Page 91
La sua : chè nè i dannati spinti tutta Non perdon lor virtù . Non vanti adunque L'
uom rio sue geste in terra , cui già gloria Move o chiusa ambizion foggiata in zelo
. Così il lor consigliar dubbioso ed atro Finir , lieti del lor si altero duce : Tal ...
La sua : chè nè i dannati spinti tutta Non perdon lor virtù . Non vanti adunque L'
uom rio sue geste in terra , cui già gloria Move o chiusa ambizion foggiata in zelo
. Così il lor consigliar dubbioso ed atro Finir , lieti del lor si altero duce : Tal ...
Page 111
Sopra mi fu sua madre palpitante , E con violenti abbominati modi Oltraggiommi
e per lui mi nacquer esti Urlanti mostri che con grida eterne Mi cingon come vedi
, ognor concetti E generati ognor con infinito Mio duol ; chè a voglia lor tornan ...
Sopra mi fu sua madre palpitante , E con violenti abbominati modi Oltraggiommi
e per lui mi nacquer esti Urlanti mostri che con grida eterne Mi cingon come vedi
, ognor concetti E generati ognor con infinito Mio duol ; chè a voglia lor tornan ...
Page 173
Chè inver mirande son tutte opre sue , Care a sapere , e a rimembrar ben degne
Tutte con nai non perituro amore ; Ma qual creata idea n'apprenda il numero , O il
sapere infinito che le tragge Dal nulla e cela l'alte lor cagioni ? Al suo parlar ...
Chè inver mirande son tutte opre sue , Care a sapere , e a rimembrar ben degne
Tutte con nai non perituro amore ; Ma qual creata idea n'apprenda il numero , O il
sapere infinito che le tragge Dal nulla e cela l'alte lor cagioni ? Al suo parlar ...
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Adam alto altri amore angels appears armi arms bright celesti chè ciel cielo ciò cosi created dark deep divine earth equal eyes fall Father Figlio fire forme glory gran guerra hand happy hast hath head heaven Hell inferno king language less light luce mente Milton mind mondo nature nemico night notte observes ogni once Padre pain Paradise Lost Paradiso perduto persons più poem poema poet possa primo può pure qual quale quando questo round Satan secondo sempre sentiments sight sole solo soon spirits spirti stato stood sublime suoi tempo terra thee things thou thoughts throne tutte tutto verso vita wings
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Page 220 - 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. How often from the steep Of echoing hill or thicket have we heard Celestial voices to the midnight air, Sole, or responsive each to other's note, Singing their great Creator...
Page 132 - And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. So much the rather thou, celestial Light, Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate ; there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight.
Page 180 - Till pride and worse ambition threw me down, Warring in heaven against heaven's matchless King ! Ah! wherefore? he deserved no such return From me, whom he created what I was In that bright eminence; and with his good Upbraided none: nor was his service hard. What could be less than to afford him praise, The easiest recompense, and pay him thanks, How due...
Page 40 - A shout, that tore Hell's concave, and beyond Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night. All in a moment through the gloom were seen Ten thousand banners rise into the air With orient colours waving: with them rose A forest huge of spears, and thronging helms Appear'd. and serried shields in thick array Of depth immeasurable...
Page 254 - Rising or falling still advance his praise. His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
Page 154 - That brought into this world a world of woe, Sin and her shadow Death, and misery Death's harbinger. Sad task ! yet argument Not less but more heroic than the wrath Of stern Achilles on his foe, pursued . Thrice fugitive about Troy wall ; or rage Of Turnus for Lavinia disespoused ; Or Neptune's ire, or Juno's, that so long Perplex'd the Greek and Cytherea's son ; If answerable style.
Page 58 - HIGH on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind, Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold...
Page 180 - 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 132 - 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 8 - 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 witness'd huge affliction and dismay, Mix'd with obdurate pride and steadfast hate. At once, as far as angels...
Bibliographic information
| Title | Paradiso perduto di Milton Paradiso perduto di Milton, Domenico Arnaldi |
| Author | John Milton |
| Publisher | Ponthenier, 1852 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 20 Nov 2007 |
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