And God made two great lights, great for their use to man, the greater to have rule by day.....
.....The less by night, altern.
.....So on he fares, and to the border comes, Of Eden.....
...where delicious Paradise, Now nearer, crowns with her enclosure green, As with a rural mound, the champain head Of a steep wilderness....
Here at last
We shall be free;
the Almighty hath not built
Here for his envy, will not drive us hence
I warned thee, I admonished thee, foretold The danger, and the lurking enemy That lay in wait; beyond this had been force, And force upon free will hath here no place....Who overcomes by force hath overcome but half his foe ....Our better part remains....Smiles from reason flow, To brute denied, and are of love the food.
With grave
Aspect he rose, and in his rising seem’d
A pillar of state; deep on his front engraven
Deliberation sat, and public care;
And princely counsel in his face yet shone,
Majestic though in ruin: sage he stood,
With Atlantean...
John Milton qoutes (1608-1674)
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uwngvX_mqlw
Monday, 7 January 2008
Moriarte's tribute to Paradise Lost
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Labels: Literature And Art
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