Oeuvres de Delille, Том 5Furne, 1832 |
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... de lui , Un Ange , son complice et son plus ferme appui . Son nom est Belzébuth ; ce guerrier redoutable , Après lui le plus grand comme le plus coupable ; And thence in Heaven call'd Satan , with bold words PARADIS PERDU , LIV . I. 39.
... de lui , Un Ange , son complice et son plus ferme appui . Son nom est Belzébuth ; ce guerrier redoutable , Après lui le plus grand comme le plus coupable ; And thence in Heaven call'd Satan , with bold words PARADIS PERDU , LIV . I. 39.
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... guerriers , Qui guidais , enflammais leurs courages altiers , Quand ces héros du Ciel firent , par leur vaillance , Entre eux et l'Eternel chanceler la balance , Et laissèrent douter si la loi du destin , La force ou le hasard , le fit ...
... guerriers , Qui guidais , enflammais leurs courages altiers , Quand ces héros du Ciel firent , par leur vaillance , Entre eux et l'Eternel chanceler la balance , Et laissèrent douter si la loi du destin , La force ou le hasard , le fit ...
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... guerriers , jadis l'honneur des Chérubins , Travailler ou souffrir , quels que soient nos destins ! Il est dur , dit Satan , de sentir sa faiblesse . Que nous veut de ce Dieu la fureur vengeresse ? Je ne sais , mais crois - moi ...
... guerriers , jadis l'honneur des Chérubins , Travailler ou souffrir , quels que soient nos destins ! Il est dur , dit Satan , de sentir sa faiblesse . Que nous veut de ce Dieu la fureur vengeresse ? Je ne sais , mais crois - moi ...
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... guerriers , ranimons leur vaillance ; Cherchons tout ce qui peut désoler le vainqueur ; Rappelons le courage au fond de notre cœur ; Et si l'espoir ne vient rassurer nos alarmes , Le désespoir du moins nous fournira des armes . » Tel ...
... guerriers , ranimons leur vaillance ; Cherchons tout ce qui peut désoler le vainqueur ; Rappelons le courage au fond de notre cœur ; Et si l'espoir ne vient rassurer nos alarmes , Le désespoir du moins nous fournira des armes . » Tel ...
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... pool His mighty stature ; on each hand the flames , Driven backward , slope their pointing spires , and roll❜d In billows , leave i ' the ' midst a horrid vale . Sur la face des eaux , du superbe guerrier S'avance 48 PARADISE LOST , B. I..
... pool His mighty stature ; on each hand the flames , Driven backward , slope their pointing spires , and roll❜d In billows , leave i ' the ' midst a horrid vale . Sur la face des eaux , du superbe guerrier S'avance 48 PARADISE LOST , B. I..
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Adam Almighty angels anges another world arm'd arms battle behold bring call'd céleste Chaos ciel cieux cœur created dark darkness death deep Dieu divine doom doux earth Éden enfers envy equal eternal éternelle evil extol Father fear feux find fire first forth found front fruits gloire glory godlike gold good grace great guerriers hand happy hast hath head heaven heavenly Hell high hill his enemy his punishment Homère hope infernal King know l'Énéide l'enfer l'Éternel less light lost love mankind maux Milton Moloch night nuit o'er offspring once Paradise pass'd poème power powers praise rage reign right round Satan scorn seat seem'd seest shade shape shone side sight soon spake spirits stand stood sweet their thence things thou though thoughts Thrice throne thyself trône turn'd Uriel voûte whence wide winds wings work world worse yeux
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