Paradise lost

John Milton

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Milton’s celebrated epic poem, now in a gorgeous new clothbound edition designed by the award-winning Coralie Bickford-Smith. These delectable and collectable editions are bound in high-quality, tactile cloth with foil stamped into the design. In Paradise Lost Milton produced a poem of epic scale, conjuring up a vast, awe-inspiring cosmos and ranging across huge tracts of space and time. And yet, in putting a charismatic Satan and naked Adam and Eve at the centre of this story, he also created an intensely human tragedy on the Fall of Man. Written when Milton was in his fifties – blind, bitterly disappointed by the Restoration and briefly in danger of execution – Paradise Lost’s apparent ambivalence towards authority has led to intense debate about whether it manages to ‚justify the ways of God to men‘, or exposes the cruelty of Christianity.

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John Milton

[9.12.1608-8.11.1674] John Milton se narodil v roce 1608 v Londýně, Anglie, jako syn Johna Miltona staršího, úspěšného notáře a hudebního skladatele, a jeho manželky Sarah. Rodina žila v prosperující čtvrti obchodníků, což mladému Miltonovi poskytlo přístup ke kvalitnímu vzdělání. Navštěvoval St. Paul’s School, kde se naučil latinsky, řecky, italsky, hebrejsky, francouzsky a španělsky. Poté studoval na Christ’s College v Cambridge,...

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BOOK VI

 

All night the dreadless Angel unpursu’d

Through Heav’ns wide Champain held his way, till Morn,

Wak’t by the circling Hours, with rosie hand

Unbarr’d the gates of Light. There is a Cave

Within the Mount of God, fast by his Throne,

Where light and darkness in perpetual round

Lodge and dislodge by turns, which makes through Heav’n

Grateful vicissitude, like Day and Night;

Light issues forth, and at the other dore

Obsequious darkness enters, till her houre

To veile the Heav’n, though darkness there might well

Seem twilight here; and now went forth the Morn

Such as in highest Heav’n, arrayd in Gold

Empyreal, from before her vanisht Night,

Shot through with orient Beams: when all the Plain

Coverd with thick embatteld Squadrons bright,

Chariots and flaming Armes, and fierie Steeds

Reflecting blaze on blaze, first met his view:

Warr he perceav’d, warr in procinct, and found

Already known what he for news had thought

To have reported: gladly then he mixt

Among those friendly Powers who him receav’d

With joy and acclamations loud, that one

That of so many Myriads fall’n, yet one

Returnd not lost: On to the sacred hill

They led him high applauded, and present

Before the seat supream; from whence a voice

From midst a Golden Cloud thus milde was heard.

 

Servant of God, well done, well hast thou fought

The better fight, who single hast maintaind

Against revolted multitudes the Cause

Of Truth, in word mightier then they in Armes;

And for the testimonie of Truth hast born

Universal reproach, far worse to beare

Then violence: for this was all thy care

To stand approv’d in sight of God, though Worlds

Judg’d thee perverse: the easier conquest now

Remains thee, aided by this host of friends,

Back on thy foes more glorious to return

Then scornd thou didst depart, and to subdue

By force, who reason for thir Law refuse,

Right reason for thir Law, and for thir King

MESSIAH, who by right of merit Reigns.

Goe MICHAEL of Celestial Armies Prince,

And thou in Military prowess next

GABRIEL, lead forth to Battel these my Sons

Invincible, lead forth my armed Saints

By Thousands and by Millions rang’d for fight;

Equal in number to that Godless crew

Rebellious, them with Fire and hostile Arms

Fearless assault, and to the brow of Heav’n

Pursuing drive them out from God and bliss,

Into thir place of punishment, the Gulf

Of TARTARUS, which ready opens wide

His fiery CHAOS to receave thir fall.

 

So spake the Sovran voice, and Clouds began

To darken all the Hill, and smoak to rowl

In duskie wreathes, reluctant flames, the signe

Of wrauth awak’t: nor with less dread the loud

Ethereal Trumpet from on high gan blow:

At which command the Powers Militant,

That stood for Heav’n, in mighty Quadrate joyn’d

Of Union irresistible, mov’d on

In silence thir bright Legions, to the sound

Of instrumental Harmonie that breath’d

Heroic Ardor to advent’rous deeds

Under thir God-like Leaders, in the Cause

Of God a…