John Milton:
Paradise Lost - Livres de poche
2010, ISBN: c698d9abac5c31c304ef66071ba153ba
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Two Books Dark Visions/Forbidden Games L. J. Smith, pub Simon Pulse #7048Two paperback books Dark Visions, & Forbidden Games by L. J. Smith published by Simon Pulse New York...Dark Visions (2008), stories: The Strange Power, The Possessed, The Passion, ISBN 9781416989561, 732 pages; The Forbidden Game (2010), stories: The Hunter, The Chase, The Kill, ISBN 9781416989400, 750 pages...both in good condition, minor wear at edges of covers/pages, spines are tight, pages are clean, crisp, unmarked with only slight tanning from age...Visually inspected owned by Adults, pictures just as important as written listing..LAXVespa Los Angeles...DROP KICK PACKED...4lbsDark Visions pink ribbon white paper West wall up biblio macari Poshmark 7048#Novel.Dark.Visions/Forbidden.Games#Fantasy.Novels.LJSmith, Simon Pulse, 3, MP3 Audio CD. Buried Treasure (in Atlantic Narratives: Modern Short Stories; Second Series ) I It was Saturday morning, and we three were together in Mrs. Handsomebody’s parlor--Angel, and The Seraph, and I. No sooner had the front door closed upon the tall, angular figure of that lady, bearing her market basket, than we shut our books with a snap, ran on tiptoe to the top of the stairs, and, after a moment’s breathless listening, cast our young forms on the smooth walnut banister, and glided gloriously to the bottom. Regularly on a Saturday morning Mrs. Handsomebody went to market, and with equal regularity we, her pupils, instantly cast off the yoke of her restraint, slid down the banisters, and entered the forbidden precincts of the Parlor. On other week-days the shutters of this grim apartment were kept closed, and an inquisitive eye, applied to the keyhole, could just faintly discern the portrait in crayon of the late Mr. Handsomebody, presiding, like some whiskered ghost, over the revels of the stuffed birds in the glass case below him. But on a Saturday morning Mary Ellen swept and dusted there. The shutters were thrown open, and the thin-legged piano and the haircloth furniture were furbished up for the morrow. Moreover, Mary Ellen liked our company. She had a spooky feeling about the parlor. Mr. Handsomebody gave her the creeps, she said; and once when she had turned her back she had heard one of the stuffed birds twitter. It was a gruesome thought. When we bounded in on her, Mary Ellen was dragging the broom feebly across the gigantic green-and-red lilies of the carpet, her bare red arms moving like listless antennæ. She could, when she willed, work vigorously and well; but no one knew when a heavy mood might seize her, a, 0, MP3 Audio CD. The Wonder Book of Bible Stories THE STORY OF ADAM AND EVE The first man's name was Adam and his wife he called Eve. They lived in a beautiful Garden away in the East Country which was called Eden, filled with beautiful trees and flowers of all kinds. But they did not live in Eden long for they did not obey God's command, but ate the fruit of a tree which had been forbidden them. They were driven forth by an angel and had to give up their beautiful home. So Adam and his wife went out into the world to live and to work. For a time they were all alone, but after a while God gave them a little child of their own, the first baby that ever came into the world. Eve named him Cain; and after a time another baby came, whom she named Abel. When the two boys grew up, they worked, as their father worked before them. Cain, the older brother, chose to work in the fields, and to raise grain and fruits. Abel, the younger brother, had a flock of sheep and became a shepherd. While Adam and Eve were living in the Garden of Eden, they could talk with God and hear God's voice speaking to them. But now that they were out in the world, they could no longer talk with God freely, as before. So when they came to God, they built an altar of stones heaped up, and upon it, they laid something as a gift to God, and burned it, to show that it was not their own, but was given to God, whom they could not see. Then before the altar they made their prayer to God, and asked God to forgive their sins, all that they had done was wrong; and prayed God to bless them and do good to them., 0, MP3 Audio CD. Buried Treasure (in Atlantic Narratives: Modern Short Stories; Second Series ) I It was Saturday morning, and we three were together in Mrs. Handsomebody’s parlor--Angel, and The Seraph, and I. No sooner had the front door closed upon the tall, angular figure of that lady, bearing her market basket, than we shut our books with a snap, ran on tiptoe to the top of the stairs, and, after a moment’s breathless listening, cast our young forms on the smooth walnut banister, and glided gloriously to the bottom. Regularly on a Saturday morning Mrs. Handsomebody went to market, and with equal regularity we, her pupils, instantly cast off the yoke of her restraint, slid down the banisters, and entered the forbidden precincts of the Parlor. On other week-days the shutters of this grim apartment were kept closed, and an inquisitive eye, applied to the keyhole, could just faintly discern the portrait in crayon of the late Mr. Handsomebody, presiding, like some whiskered ghost, over the revels of the stuffed birds in the glass case below him. But on a Saturday morning Mary Ellen swept and dusted there. The shutters were thrown open, and the thin-legged piano and the haircloth furniture were furbished up for the morrow. Moreover, Mary Ellen liked our company. She had a spooky feeling about the parlor. Mr. Handsomebody gave her the creeps, she said; and once when she had turned her back she had heard one of the stuffed birds twitter. It was a gruesome thought. When we bounded in on her, Mary Ellen was dragging the broom feebly across the gigantic green-and-red lilies of the carpet, her bare red arms moving like listless antennæ. She could, when she willed, work vigorously and well; but no one knew when a heavy mood might seize her, a, 0, MP3 Audio CD. Paradise Lost ? One of the Most Distinguished English Epic Poems of All Time The Protestant faith had already gained significant momentum in Europe at the time when John Milton dictated this remarkably long and intricate poem from memory for his daughter to transcribe. Today, the historic, cultural and literary value of Paradise Lost is quite remarkable, and it is seen as one of the most powerful and renowned English epic poems in existence.The poem starts like many epic poems before its time, with Milton beginning to tell the story of Satan, Adam and Eve, then building up on the background story in gradual steps. One of the unique elements of the story lines is Milton's detailed portrayal of Satan, his betrayal and the great battle between angels and demons that took place for the entirety of Heaven.Another ? parallel - story line is that of Adam and Eve. Milton adds to the events in Genesis by showing how Adam willingly accepted the choice of eating from the forbidden fruit, when he could have left Eve to fall into sin by herself. In a way, Adam is depicted as a complex character here, with different perspectives showing him both as a heroic figure and as committing a much more serious sin than Eve.The visions of the future that Adam is given by the Archangel Michael reflect both on the fall and potential for redemption of humanity, a dual representation of life that Milton emphasized on, presenting the choice that each of us have to make not only as citizens of humanity, but as individual souls.This epic, eventful and extremely complex poem is geared to push the boundaries of the accepted religious thought in that time period and represented an attempt by Milton to justify and explain the acts of God for regular individuals. The work still remains one of the best written and most expansive epic tales of that era., 0<