quote of the day

  • Of Mans First Disobedience, and the Fruit
  • Of that Forbidden Tree, whose mortal tast
  • 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 Heav’nly 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 Heav’ns and Earth
  • Rose out of Chaos: Or if Sion Hill
  • Delight thee more, and Siloa’s Brook that flow’d
  • Fast by the Oracle of God; I thence
  • Invoke thy aid to my adventrous Song,
  • That with no middle flight intends to soar
  • Above th‘ Aonian Mount, while it pursues
  • Things unattempted yet in Prose or Rhime.
  • 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 satst brooding on the vast Abyss
  • And mad’st it pregnant: What in me is dark
  • Illumin, what is low raise and support;
  • That to the highth of this great Argument
  • I may assert Eternal Providence,
  • And justifie the wayes of God to men.
  •  Say first, for Heav’n hides nothing from thy view
  • Nor the deep Tract of Hell, say first what cause
  • Mov’d our Grand Parents in that happy State,
  • Favour’d of Heav’n so highly, to fall off
  • From thir Creator, and transgress his Will
  • For one restraint, Lords of the World besides?
  • Who first seduc’d them to that foul revolt?
  • Th‘ infernal Serpent; he it was, whose guile
  • Stird up with Envy and Revenge, deceiv’d
  • The Mother of Mankind, what time his Pride
  • Had cast him out from Heav’n, with all his Host
  • Of Rebel Angels, by whose aid aspiring
  • To set himself in Glory above his Peers,
  • He trusted to have equal’d the most High,
  • If he oppos’d; and with ambitious aim
  • Against the Throne and Monarchy of God
  • Rais’d impious War in Heav’n and Battel proud
  • With vain attempt. Him the Almighty Power
  • Hurld headlong flaming from th‘ Ethereal Skie
  • With hideous ruine and combustion down
  • To bottomless perdition, there to dwell
  • In Adamantine Chains and penal Fire,
  • Who durst defie th‘ Omnipotent to Arms.

aus: Paradise lost, book one

John Milton, englischer Dichtung, (9.12.1608 – 8.11.1674)

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