Served only
to discover sights of woe,
Regions of
sorrow, doleful shades, where peace
And rest
can never dwell, hope never comes
That comes
to all, but torture without end
Still
urges, and a fiery deluge, fed
With ever-burning sulphur unconsumed..."
John Milton, Paradise Lost ,book 1, (v. 63-69)
"Eternity, whose end no eye can reach..." (John Milton, Paradise Lost ,book 12, v. 556 )
"Eternity, whose end no eye can reach..." (John Milton, Paradise Lost ,book 12, v. 556 )
Mia cruda sorte,
E che sospiri
La libertà.
Il duolo infranga
Queste ritorte,
De' miei martiri
Sol per pietà.
Απόδοση στα Αγγλικά
Let me weep
My cruel fate,
And that I
should have freedom.
The duel infringes
within these twisted places,
in my sufferings
I pray for mercy.
